“The course of true love never did run smooth.” - Williams Shakespeare After the day’s work, After its hustle and bustle, Your voice I longed to hear, I put several calls through, Unanswered they came, Worried if trouble had befallen, I came to your abode, I stood by your door, Indecisive of what to do, Love has paddled me this far, Love has drawn me this near, Letting you know I’m around, Is just right, If someone else comes to the door, what would I say? Who would I say I have come to see? For the day is aged, And a stranger I am. You came close to the door, I heard your enchanting voice, My heart leapt for joy, My heart strings were struck, I knocked, You answered, I spoke with trembling voice, There was still silence, The door never opened, My heart sank deep down, Sadness and sorrow overwhelmed me, Tears trickled down my face, I'm love struck, I’m love drunk, I’ve been cut to the deep, The night seemed endless, My bed couldn’t offer the comfort I desire, Years have gone past, Pulling us further apart, Bringing space and distance between us, Time has healed me, My love has drifted elsewhere, It has found its resting place, A place where disputes don’t tear apart, A place where argument don’t build a wall of divide, Rather help us see our differences, Tolerate and appreciate them, True love sees but chooses to overlook.