Dear, a day you'll be mine,
Fair, will then bright moon shine.
Nay, you can't stop me,
Then cry, I still love thee.
My breathe didn't touched thy neck
Still my smell flows through thy veins.
Stop believing me if ye don't love,
Stop cleaning each blot of my pain.
I still remember thine utter,
My sadness refuses to deny thee.
Your delicacy solute to my blood
And insoluble to the breathing reality.
My guilt just be is to love thee,
To ask for comfort in true insecurity.
To glow in thy fantasy was all my fault,
Forgive me lief, I beg mine own apology.
Can't hear my words yet I scream loud,
Thine poet lost his battle, can't help thee out.
©saifuddin
S