POEM

Love,
Thou art heartless,
Gives us hopes and dreams,
Only for them to be crushed by reality.

Heart,
Thy weak vessel,
Why thee not stand thy ground,
When a handsome charmer caresses thine strings?

Life,
Thou art a bitch,
To crush thine expectations
Is where thine desires lie.

Body,
Thy ever changing  abode,
To prove daily thine beauty is fickle,
Is what thy pleasures most in telling thou.

Medicine,
Thy unforgiving master,
Why does thou make thine disciplines so hard to muster,
Yet pulls all to thee with fervered passion?

Diana,
Thy complicated female,
When will thine let everything go,
and accept the inevitable and move on?