*Bon Voyage*

O sweet! it’s no more clandestine,

our love, that is platonic, sublime

A showered benediction, from the sky azure

A feeling so pronounce, a joy so pure

Our hearts beat in unison

but we are falling apart

and you see sweetheart

this is an art-

 we sail through what we are destined to;

Yes! The destiny rules me and you.

But never mourn dear

‘cause we are voyagers

and for us it’s fine;

for our love is beyond boundaries

that the laity can’t define.

It’s like the high tide ascending

and like the intellect, refined.

Let’s not profane the sentiment,

Let’s make no noise:

Let our souls melt in the valedictory fire

and the sacred ash be carried away by the zephyr,

to subdue the fracas, the odium to pacify;

 thence sprinkle it over all cosmos.

cause’ O my virtuous half, it’s not yours, nor mine,

our love, it is reverend, unworldly, divine.