Sometimes life has it's own stake;
Ever I could understand it's take.
Now I would dare to profess my love as mine,
Though i respect my lover's life more pristine
In this selfish world my love could have been wrong,
Love is a feeling where logic could be an unheard bong !!
Keen- is the adjective, I could call my state;
Upkeeping this desire is tantamount to logicless annotate.
May be, I could have been blinded by desire,
All I could confess is that my love is pristine;
Repeatedly i would say this desire is what I destine;
Signing off ... adding that the above broken heart is mine !!
