Eternally for you, my love: A poem 

Every successive lifetime, is more travail than before 

This lifetime, it has gone way past twenty-four 

And we are legend, not just folklore 

Can we ever reap what we sow? 

Does a fire ever see its shadow? 

Do we have to be ever-resilient in always stormy snow? 

How much perspiration do we shed from head to toe? 

Will our love be fated to lose its core? 

I always thought eternity would be gift-wrapped 

after all these tortuous episodes were mapped 

The divine grand stadium that we have untiringly lapped 

like fighting gladiators, our creator has capped 

And I feel I am in star-crossed space, but still starry-eyed 

I swear to you my hope has never died 

These countless shackles that I have defied 

that our undying love be eventually glorified