I thought my love is ideal
Took pride in it
Left my world of books
And ventured into
This strange world of love.
But now
Battered in love and life,
Bruised in heart and body,
I stumbled weakly,
Once again into
My world of books ?.
Into this castle of security.
And am once again
Welcomed warmly, heartily.
Sure,
No longer will I have
A heady feeling but
Neither will I feel
Humiliated.
No longer will I sing,
A happy merry song.
Neither will I face,
An angry remark and
A slammed door.
I will never be happy again!
Neither will I be unhappy!