So suppressed the feelings of the unwanted.
I disguise a wanderer;
A nomad to one's heart
I retreat in the innocent looks that's yours;
To feel content in pain and sores.
The doubts, the curse, accusing me,
teasing me...I accept because ...
I love you.
I wish for you to triumph the fog;
Be brave and never give up!
Your happiness I wish remain, and mine constrain.
Your simple smile that which I claim;
A fleeting things to ease thy pain.
To see from a far thine only resolve;
For such love, distance not mind...
and knowledge naught to all.
Roses are cliche,
But love does not decay,
it's real and never ends.