Voyage of Love

Do you remember our last encounter?

Where I brought hope to loneliness

Death to curiosity, excitement to despair,

In the voyage of love’s quest?

Behindhand I arrived, but prepared,

Ready for my mission’s fate.

A butterfly, I encountered

Its wings, an art to behold.

Its movement soiled in elegance,

Nature’s golden boon.

I fell in love or so I thought

With her, Naya, the admiral in the garden

My heart, pumped and geared,

To give her all she desired.

Time didn’t take us,

Nor did the gods want us.

My prevalence came to an end, as I concluded;

“As fate has destiny, Love bares tragedy.”