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Let me love!
No more inquiries and
no more remonstrance.
For it's my own volition to go
after the undying beauty.
Her prettiness dances over my eyes
haunting my sleep. Yes, besides
I impel myself to sleep to dream her theme.
You may say I'm still shattering my heart
for an ungainly love, but I know
she would mold me back.
I'm fallen into the depth of her heart and
sure! she will save me or
get prepared to cuddle my casket.
How could I express my love for her?
Words here are carved out of emotions by ink.
I trust that she and I are still together
and I'm safe in her palms.
I could adorn her imperfections with love
and her blemishes could be healed by my love.
The end is certainly uncertain
Yet I'm ready to welcome my fate,
though it may be late.
And, why you are behind me quizzing my love?
Why you are saying I'm not giving my full so I'm jilted; sad but true feelings
always gets questioned.
Thinking weary with drops of tears,
when the pain of ignoring changes to the joy of acceptance.
Still, I wish to be killed by her love
rather get myself killed renouncing her.
© Kevin mathew
no more remonstrance.
For it's my own volition to go
after the undying beauty.
Her prettiness dances over my eyes
haunting my sleep. Yes, besides
I impel myself to sleep to dream her theme.
You may say I'm still shattering my heart
for an ungainly love, but I know
she would mold me back.
I'm fallen into the depth of her heart and
sure! she will save me or
get prepared to cuddle my casket.
How could I express my love for her?
Words here are carved out of emotions by ink.
I trust that she and I are still together
and I'm safe in her palms.
I could adorn her imperfections with love
and her blemishes could be healed by my love.
The end is certainly uncertain
Yet I'm ready to welcome my fate,
though it may be late.
And, why you are behind me quizzing my love?
Why you are saying I'm not giving my full so I'm jilted; sad but true feelings
always gets questioned.
Thinking weary with drops of tears,
when the pain of ignoring changes to the joy of acceptance.
Still, I wish to be killed by her love
rather get myself killed renouncing her.
© Kevin mathew
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