Shall I write today a delicate little romance,
To give my heart a little chance
To grope and may be to hope
Ever sweet and tender
Or may be it would let my heart go asunder
Shall I write then a story of complicated intrigue
A mystical tale of everlasting fatigue
Of servants of Eros and gulliable heroes
Indeed a gilded contraption
To yield my mind a pleasant distraction
Shall I then, write something today?
P.S: I know a stupid verse. But my heart wanted me to try. Poetry is not for me at least for a time being!