I refuse to give up.

Should I give up as they all say,
Hemp I have taken not ever,
And yet I will keep loving you,
Let them all call this my immaturity.

If forever love is immature, so be it.

Let her be engaged in her pursuit,
Of infidelity, if she may want to be in,
Venerable I may grow old waiting,
Efforts put day and night I'll succeed.

Yes, because I want to prove her wrong,
Obviously for ditching me midway,
Until maturation, she won't be waiting.

King, she wants in future as her groom,
Rarely she displays her efforts for that,
Into her far-fetched dreams, she adds it,
Possibly imagined chanced upon success,
Interestingly she desires the eureka moment.

Falsify all apprehensions I shall easily 'morrow,
Obviously, that day still may be years away, and
Right here I am staying in my shoes grounded,
Especially I already am putting in that extra bit,
Veer I shall never off this only road to success,
Ends I shall definitely tie together if they are slack,
Ringing your doorbell I shall be within few years.