LOVE IN PENDING
Bamused of searching for pearch,
Where there is no despondency,
To find saint in living.
The more i search,
The more bootless i found.

My heart became lonely,
Depression follows my path,
Courage became tedious to divulge,
Being my only sterling grants,
I became pessimistic.

Wandering around irrationally,
I met a charming Angel.
Bosom with beauty, and
Glowing like...