Odds in the Realm of Love

Love is coupled with pain.

As the night goes deep
Tranquility drapes around me
The carcasses of a shattered heart
Let tears race down my face.

I wasn't born blind
Yet I become one
When he holds a hand
Certainly not mine.

I wasn't born deaf either
Yet my ears cannot hear
When cronies label me a darned fool
For wanting him to complete the puzzle.

And though I wasn't born mute
I wish to confess
The words that flooded in my head
But for no reason my lips are sealed.

In love arena
Not one but two hands make a sound
But how a second my heart brims with joy
Beats the hours I drench in tears is an outre.

However, the veer I made shows no regret
It may not be as opulent as fairytales
But the immense happiness it brings
Shows meaning that no one fathoms.