Days are running,....age is getting the best of us... your absentia is beginning to get on my neck.
Should I continue persevering on longing to meet you,
Should I continue moving with my head high hoping,...destiny we'll make us cross paths
Or I should fold my hands and embrace defeat that my consort seems to have mislaid his prospective spouse....

Are u even mortal or ur immortal,....
My confidants are already concluding am
queer for my hopes and trust remains carried on to the one whose existence isn't affirmed...
If I...