send her love to me

the world is cold when the heart is dry

every moment stings with the void of life

there must be a way to survive each day

it is to let love bloom and resist its fray

pray the blue sky clasps the lonely cloud

drifting hither and tither, beyond and yond

roaming and roving to alleviate the curse
of an unfulfilled wish to be taken to the hearse

the nature of humans is mysterious in essence
from blightful senility to youthful adolescence
so it is agreed that love is never to be logical
as it tramples reason and goes beyond national

wisdom suggests that two souls will unite

in a love tinged friendship that is hard to find
where conversations flow with jest and ease
and the minds are equal for the growth of each

but tragedy it is when words were exchanged
in meetings composed of seconds and restraint
for the woman i seek is still an obscure mystery
and it seems that all this was never meant to be

so i pour out my lamentations with a broken pen
on a sheet of paper that will never feel her scent
at a time of the day when rains sweep the drains
in a world that is drenched in dismay and grey

(For the sake of clarification, this poem is written about a girl in Australia who studies Law and Economics.)