To lose the Undying Hope

What a strange mystery, life is...

Full of chaos and randomness,

making you do things, you know

you are gonna regret, but still

you do it for that undying hope

that may be, what if...

she was the one who was meant to be.

You meet her on an off chance,

on a piece of home soil,

surrounded by foreign lands.

You feel attracted, for she is

a lovely lady, with a killer smile,

but you have to let her go, for she

is a stranger, never to be met again.

But the life is a cruel bitch,

doesn't let you rest in peace.

Presents you an opportunity,

you can't resist, a rendezvous with her,

surrounded by the pristine nature;

leaving a romantic like you with nothing

but to chase after the flying bird.

Just when you decide to give up, and

return to your quiet loneliness,

it pounces on you, leaving you unaware,

embracing you with her warmth and charm;

leaving no time for you to realize,

that you are caught in the wicked web of love,

with an everlasting pain to bear without escape.

You cry, you laugh, you try very very hard,

you pray, you beg, you pry every little corner,

for you search for a way your heart's desire;

for it is close enough to reach any day,

but far enough to not be with, everyday.

But still you persevere, for there is hope,

that she shall be yours, one beautiful day.

Like a true fighter, you decide to challenge destiny,

magnifying your own skills and strengths,

for the need to grab way through the Lion's mouth,

since she is a Princess, not easily impressed.

You win the opening battle, bring laurels home,

but for your own undoing, even your best lacked

teeth to win the prized jewel, you so desired.

With failure already upon you, and no foreseeable future,

a wise man would have a given up his arms,

but love is no wise man's game, its a fool's errand,

and cannot be done away with, at one's command.

You rise from ashes, for the hope still kindles

with the damsel awaiting your arrival, and hence

you must fight again for the war is still to be won.

In spite of all odds, as you struggle on,

finding happiness in little things of life, 

making wonders after wonders to garner her smile;

when suddenly your hill of cards come falling down,

when you hear the truth you so fear, from her sweet mouth,

“Forget me and move on. Seek greener pastures, my Prince.”,

for nothing is more painful to lose the everlasting hope,

that one day, she will be yours and you will be hers,

and together you both shall live happily ever after.