I'm nineteen
Till now,you're the only person,
The only one, I've been kind to whom
Although it's not the same everytime,I accept
But since you're so gentle
Against all the genteel
A prodigal fellow of emotions
And an epitome of acumen
At times ,I feel your grey matter performing
But then you show recovery
Your conscience be sheer and dilated than any's
In a male's body you're an angel struck
Who has bore everything as if of my luck
For every diagnosis that was done
I came up with none and you seemed to take my turns
Let's not be much tragic
As we've decided