Die

They say when you are just about to die, your whole life flashes past you. The cliched highs, lows and whatnot. Well, I don't know about that, but my life is flashing past me, only, I am not dying (I've never had a near, or for that matter, far death experience), I am only in love. Yes, this is my love story. It is unique, with nothing close to anything you've heard or seen before, but again, for all it's singularity, it is after all a love story.

Today is the day. I am in love and here is my life flashing by...

Carthage

A few words here and there,
A litany this is not,
Not to curse nor to rant,
Just an epitaph fraught.

A verse forgotten,
On a paradise on earth,
With a Trojan effendi..
Do queens satisfy the dearth?

Moments in the flow of time,
Is it the past or from the future, a page?
A glimpse on the grandeur and the fall,
This song on Carthage.