I can never be clever,
When I am ur lover,
With you wanting to be my master,
Whom I suspect to be a winger,
You encompass my life to be a thriller,
For people to Smule,
With a ban for smile,
A ban to be real me.
I decided to give cathedral thinking,
Longing for my Lochinvar,
To spend my last days
In his worry free shoulders
But fate played its tune
He lost me for ever
While trying to be a Welish Trevor.
My pillows turned wet,
For he earned my distrusts,
But his lips utter “I love you”
And “I understand your feelings”
Though it failed to mutter
“I to realise your feelings”.