I really don’t know
What to say dear friend;
Between love and friendship,
There’s fine difference.
You are an archangel,
Who can make me revel
With rapture in my excruciation;
Just like a parched dying flower
Was ready to resurrect, when
It met with fresh drops of the very first rain.
In the aura of sanctity
Love is the heaven of angels.
It provides strength against acute
Agony by making us invincible.
I was like a blank piece of paper then,
Was about to perish,
But it rejuvenated me with the
Power of its words inscribed in it.
You are my custodian;
When there’s debris of my heart
I felt like a reed as hollow as it seems,
Drowning me into the depths of water of grief.
But then you pulled me up from
The darkness of the wicked whirls,
Like a exiguous plumes set free from paranoia
Fluttering in the garden of freesia.
My dear there’s a very fine line,
Between you and paramour.
You can fix my fragile recumbent heart,
From the shattered memoirs of my past.
But you can’t make my heart flutter,
For I’m still devoid of redolence of my lover.
Please don’t deceive me,
Don’t refute the camaraderie.
I know that I’ve stolen your heart,
But stealing back mine would be hard
Because somewhere inside
In my body, it still does recline.
You’ve always been my dearest friend;
You will be the dearest,
But we can’t be together like together together,
Our friendship is eternal and will last for forever.