The Doldrums Of Love

The doldrums of love reach their crescendo

With the raging fire of your heart

The brimming desires erupt in a cauldron of passion

Love, do they call this the start?

The ferocity of the rain

Is not enough to cool the embers

Of the love that you started

My every attempt is thus in vain!

No storm can douse this love

It transcends the vagaries of all nature

The flames of passion will keep burning

With your every tossing and turning.

This love is the songbird of every thought

Melodies will always be sweet

The path may face many a fraught

But this love will always be etched.