Before we meet forever

a poem by Prachi Garg

When my heart feels better
And I am myself again,
When the clouds shall part
And loving you shall be no pain:
When the copper moon shall rise
I’ll make my sleeping heart
To let my stormy passion
Inherit my lovelorn part;
If you be that crackling fire
Then I be the moth to the flame-
We shall drink passion’s wine
And play cupid’s love game.
This is a prelude to enchantment
To give our later life a velvet touch
A pretence that you and me are strangers
will help us ride out of the stormy lurch.
We’re captives of fateful sensibility
and so we have to hide that forbidden fire…
Till our hearts are liberated
AND we meet forever…