How Much Longer Can Love Sorrow

I strummed my instrument Called a tune And invited Challenged Rita to dance. But she, un-heeding Declined, oblivious. I took the trumpet Summoned the air To a sonorous thrill ‘Feeling for audience.’ But Rita sat, unmoved. I turned minstrel Enchanted the crowds With drum and song From morn till eve. But Rita She stayed at home. I flew to town Hired a band, an orchestra And a ballet dancer Flew back home And staged a show O Rita, In this delight! But Rita would not. Stung, I strayed flooded in thought. Someday Will return The inviolate love… And deep inside her Will tick a theme A quintessence, love!