Kismet of Love
Shall my predestination be of providence or ill foredoom
with my weeping eyes filling with the anguish of yore?
For I cannot foresee the journey ahead, nor the chances
I may take that could bring my soul ease in the tempest.
I need not a future that encompasses good fortune or riches,
yet a fate that bestows a dulcet melody of love’s kismet.
I fear not, for my life is contingent upon kindness and mercy.
My days ahead shall be filled with many rations of hope.
June 26, 2018
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2018
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