I am hastening to add
Is the relation like withering storm?
Or keeps us waiting and warm
I haven’t understood
Even thought as food
But continue to think
Does it leave mark with golden ink?
I think it has tremendous effect
But I can’t act
As she has suffered a lot
And successively fought
She might have sailed through
And made break through
But at what cost
I wonder most
I still dream about your happiness
See the same charm on face
Your smile made it all different
You were at your best then and now may be at present