#Poem
A flirt with eternal melancholy
Migom Pegu
Dec 05, 2022 • 1 min read
To love is to flirt with eternal melancholy.
For her love is a storm of uncertainty - will she be loved back?
The path to his heart is through webs of enchanted mazes,
And she knows not words or actions that would her love proclaim.
If there's a pedestal for gods, she would place him there.
Because to love him is to be his devotee.
But she shrinks away thinking -
Unrequited devotion would bring her shame.