Since for me now you have no warmth to spare <br />I sense I must adopt a sane and spare <br /> <br />Philosophy to ease a restless state <br />Fuelled by this uncaring. It will state <br /> <br />A very meagre truth: love like the rest <br />Of our emotions, sometimes needs a rest. <br /> <br />Happiness, too, no doubt; and so, why even <br />Hope that 'the course of true love' could run even?<br /><br />Vikram Seth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/distressful-homonyms/
