FATED

My heart burns with passion of love and hate,

For you, for them, for us, overwhelmed by fate

When two are stripped of our sowworful paste,

that is where our course begins.

How I long to feel the one who loves, the one who longs for my hand;

On my soul you have a wonderous effect

Of two gold coins, shining in each respect:

Why does fate hide its plan;let no man know; let it suffice

What we see the winding road ahead

Where both deliberate,never looking back

Who ever longed,

Who ever loved,

that loved not at first spoken word?

or metting face to face?