To be content with what's on the plate,
not to complain, beg or be persuasive,
habits and lessons carried along for long,
destroying everything slowly, silently.

Fell in love, and silently was the intend,
till you gave your heart and efforts all,
though it wasn't right and not meant to be,
I took it without another thought or grouches.

With no expectations, gave in wholly,
your smile, never to fade, my daily prayer,
let you walk away, without a word of hurt,
only to see you struggle to run back to me.

A thought that never crossed my mind,
now haunting all my days on earth,
that if I'd been adamant and forceful,
you'd have been happy and breathing.