One Fine Spring by Shumyla Mariyam

We met at a coffee shop one fine spring,
and talked about the joys that love could bring.
You said it was just a plain, plain word
I said your thoughts were completely absurd.

You took a sip of your espresso,
and said “There were things I did not know.
“Love is blind and selfish too,
it can bring anguish you have no clue.

It has brought me nothing but pain,
and almost made me cut a vein.
She left me without saying goodbye,
and all she ever did was lie.

Love turned me into a fool
Yes, love can also be so cruel.”

With these words I did reply,
“You really were a foolish guy.

 Love doesn’t mean to touch or kiss,
cause love can bring you never-ending bliss.

My first love was my dad,
and second, my mother, if I may add.

 You truly are mistaken, Sir,
love is not really loving her.

Love can never do you wrong,
love reminds you of where you belong.

Love lasts as long as you live,
love is when you choose to forgive.

Your family, your friends are the love you need,
So why cut a vein and make yourself bleed.

The love over which you so grieve,
was never real, I can perceive.”

Your smile was filled with a scent of cinnamon,
“These words were like a loaded gun
and sweeter than the songs she sung,
It’s my heart, my dear, that you won.”

-Shumyla Mariyam