Behaving normal,
Smiling normal,
Walking normal,
With huge pain of fear
Am I losing?
Breathless Senseless useless whatever I feel,
You are my ointment,
the only treatment.
My Patience!
I admit! I can't confess
This fear of losing you prevents
I admit! I am not perfect
This inferiority prevents
My Patience!
Am I your Happiness?
Well Well
Someday you must be reading this
It must not be too late :)