First sight of you, love strike in me and my soul,

Since that first in seven years of feelings for you,

I resist myself to leak this baffled insoul,

That lasts for this half of decades, wide as bayou,

I never beg or kneel, I hide, for our good goal.



While in four years of masking, we've became compeer,

Contented of what we're now, though I'm in feign,

Sit beside me, make my fond aroused and begin to cheer,

Though, when I knew who you love, all my hope unrein,

I 'd cry, I rue not to told my feels, I'm in fear.



Fastforward to the confession day, we're yet cohort,

It's been exactly five years, still caving fonds,

But, chance came in and hope in me bloom like lungwort,

When, I assume that I am your new love responds,

Since you tell me that your love, is in pendant's court.

Then, day after tomorrow , I made up my mind.




I build all of my confidence to divulge Thee,

I imagine the result as accept my kind,

Hoping that I do a best decision, carefree,

That I first reveal it to a friend I affined.




But then, things do not flow easily as I thought,

When I Confess my long hidden Love toward  thee,

I get effortless rejection, I loss hope-fought,

You cut off all our connection that I sore plea,

Begin that day, I ne'er see light within, so taut.
© kyubi3