Ever Thine... Ever Mine...I Love U! ! ! - Poem by Ankita singh
When I heard my dreams shatter,
Every hope went along with it.
Still, every time I felt close to you,
I rejoiced because I love you.
I had not known what would happen,
When I would get what I had wanted once.
The fact is that I now laugh at the irony,
And a pity I feel for my own miserable self.
For that would finally mean losing my battle of love,
And a loss of my real self.
I don’t know if I can still bring myself to tell you,
How much more I really do care for you.
It is this feeling of helplessness I feel,
With my heart reverberating,
Still, I have given into your decision,
Though, broken I am, without any question.
If there is a moment you feel,
When you have really been with me,
I want you to tell me,
Since, I’d learn to live with that love, revelling in its memory.
Though you seem to have gone,
My love stands unrequited, And I know,
That every time I’d felt close to you,
I’d rejoice because I love you.
I’m not able to gauge the hurt,
Or determine how much it pains,
For I’ve never felt this way before,
And cannot take the risk of going through it again.
Thank you for every word that you ever said,
And every bond that we ever shared,
I know I had broken the rule by falling in love with you,
But then you is all, I ever cared.
I do not know if now I can love,
Some one else so entirely,
For I’ve given you all that I ever had,
My memories, my feelings, all my loyalties.
With all my heart, for the rest of my life,
I’ll keep the spark alive for you,
No one would ever take your place,
No one can even come close to you.
And every day and every moment,
When I’d remember the sound of your voice,
Or remember the look of your eyes, I’d rejoice,
Because my love, ever mine, I ever thine; I have always loved you.
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