11 April 2012
Time and space,
Had you and I to interlace.
They have woven our fate,
Made you my soulmate.
Strange that you were never mine,
But forever yours I'm thine.
It boggles the simple mind,
How we'd be one of a kind.
You've made a rhyming poet out of me,
Making me a ballad full of glee.
Alas! Cupid's arrow has struck!
I guess it must be my luck.
Fear not my darling,
This love grow inseparably even as the world is aging.
Strange Love • Opuss № I