Quite strange and funny, the feeling,

Of not having the thing, you most desire,

The thing, you are obsessed with,

Feeling of desperateness and need,

Overtaking you,  

Quite funny the feeling,

When the few day passes by, the pain

Evaporates just like dust in the open air,

Making you wonder, for what you were after,

Therein lies the truest answer of your desire.

When the life walks by you,

You jeer loudly and say do not walk so fast.

I am still to catch my breathe,

I am still to tell my most heartest desire,

To the people I want to make mends with it.

You are that person, So nice and lovely,

Being absolutely sure of yourself,

In a pain sticken grief, I want to complement you,

For what you are. Thanks for being such a nice

Man to me. Thank You  and Thank You