You haven’t created me.
I am a bye product,
Accidentally created,
A production loss.
If you don’t know my soul,
If you don’t love my soul,
You are yourself not a soul,
You too don’t live,
And my life is merely,
A property of the matter.
If you don’t know my pains,
If you don’t cry on my pains,
You don’t have a heart,
If you can’t count me,
And creatures like me,
We are the process loss.
If you don’t share my joys,
We are nothing but toys,
But are you a child?
Innocent and ignorant,
Who brings a lovely toy,
To play and shatter.
But I know you,
And I love you,
You are just for love,
I am just to love,
Wherever you may be,
Whatever you may be.