Searching for a name lost
endless row of diaries
came across: What Is This Thing
Called Love?
Well…yeah…perhaps it all began
like this famous song
but then grew into a hot affair
of Star Crossed Lovers
finally to fall from the skies
and die in a Greek tragedy’s
fashion.
171 months now I saw noted
that would mean fourteen years
had passed.
Impossible one’s heart sighs
but the figures do not lie.
Life did and cheated on all
what’s left over from facts –
No promises –
she used to say
as if it was just yesterday.
Best of all worlds
the artist thrived.
Love like the Grecian sun
melted down the gel of desires
into the depth of our hearts.
A tear for Zol
she wrote
How could I finally cope?
Moments of deepest joy
can never be forgotten.
JOY.YOJ
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’17.