Love for you was never so subtle

It permeated my vein for ever

Yet, you doubted it source,

As it never appeared kosher to your zest!

The words have lost their charm, eventually

Yet we used them profusely

Trying to put some meaning,

To the long lost glory of our destiny!

I am immature to the thought of you

I am, immature only to that thought,

It drain my senses,

Leave me in dumbness

Yet, I scream inside my mind

Every second so vast!

I have not known the pleasure of thy trust

Yet we proclaimed it every sight

Neither you, nor I owned it

Someday it may find it chest

Giving was easy,

Keeping was difficult

But they say,

It has to be felt to know its worth!!!