Why I breathe fast?
Why I dream till last?
Why nights become so long?
I am unable to think it as wrong
She remains very long
In memory with song
I hear her gentle voice
As if giving me fresh promises
I have desire
With full admiration
She has something more to say
I eagerly wait for her to come and stay
I can catch her pulses
It makes me to miss
Float in her ideas and sink
I have lost sense to think
Oh lord, what is happening?
Why I feel it is simple evening
Day comes with new awakening
But nights start darkening
I try to understand
For her point of view and stand
As true lover for all times to come
As pure as ever to welcome
I know it will work as pus-pull
But I am acting as fool
Not giving her enough time to adjust
Some confidence building is must
I will know her more
When she comes near
Without any fear to accept
I shall appreciate her concept
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Day comes with new awakening But nights start darkening Why I feel it is simple evening Edward Wahbe26 minutes ago I know it will work as pus-pull But I am acting as fool Not giving her enough time to adjust Some confidence building is must