Since you have become the inscrutable obligation of my then bad ticker,
I played selfish and fancied
that you would too irrecoverably consent
for the sake of my extra-ordinary, uncanny feelings for you.
But I apologise in advance now.
Apologise, for I have realized and am tuned now.
For I reckoned that I'ld not have fell,
if held.
Yet neither did I manage to ignore.
I maybe just a fool and ever was discursive over the subject of Love itself.
But I feel burned upon the very idea of denying this phase off my life.
So I shall comport and wait to incur your love
to entwine with mine.
But again, the idea must have been Love, not the person.
And so, if it is ever meant to be so,
then I shall die with just the privilege of feeling that (Love) in me, for you.