Strange Are the Ways of Love but Stranger are Lovers

Love untold until death

Marcus was deeply in love with Mira — his college classmate. This shy student could hardly muster any courage to profess his love to the girl who had charmed his heart. Marcus’ dear friend, Damien, despite being aware of this situation was helpless, as Marcus strictly instructed Damien to not let his tongue slip on this topic. Damien often doubted if his friend’s love was true. Whenever he questioned Marcus the reason for his shyness, Marcus would keep mum. The flowers of time bloomed. The demure girl unaware of Marcus’ intentions for her, married someone else.

Some years later, Mira received a call from Damien, informing her about Marcus’ funeral. “A note from Marcus awaits you,” said Damien. “It will go with his body in the earth. You must read it well in time,” continued Damien. The note was a poem penned by Marcus. It read:

As some relations stay unworked,
Some songs stay unsung,
My love doesn’t speak,
No word, my heart will say.

As some deeds remain undone,
Some sights left ungazed,
My love doesn’t speak,
No word, my heart will say.

Mira, you’re the one who came my way,
Filled my heart with joy,
Defined my existence,
Made me live a day.
Yet my love does not speak,
No word, my heart will say.

Why I don’t confess?
I ask myself but answers I have none.
Just as some sights stay ungazed,
My deed remains undone.

Whatever may dawn,
The relation ought to remain bright.
Love will remain; remain forever,
Though the body not in sight.

After reading the poem, Damien and Mira exchanged glances. There was a tear in her eye. She confessed that she had been in love with Marcus right since college days but chose not to voice her feelings in fear of rejection.

Had any one of them taken a step forward, the story could have taken another turn. Strange are the ways of love but stranger are lovers.

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