An obsessive inability…..

If my mother gave me a chance to live,

My father gave me an option to construct it,

If Shakespeare gave me a treatise on love,

Your presence made me feel it.

Trapped like rain behind the clouds,

Struggling to emerge out in the open,

Confined in a heart baffling with confusion,

I’m drained in an inability to express.

I’ve never been so cautious,

It may be as I’m about to convey something auspicious,

Though the fear of rejection still haunts me.

It’s the last chance I possess,

To make you my exemplary princess,

I must muster courage in unlocking a cage,

Unraveling an opportunity to travel with you all my age.



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