I seem to question what’s inside me
I seem to doubt what it means to be
Like a mystery of our humanity
It’s a never ending stream of my story.
The unspoken significance of love
creates some crooked lines of surprise
they’re pretty much evident in action
in my thought, word, and quietude.
More than anything else to say heretofore
a haven of witnessing to show and conquer
love in different shades of meaning
remains the highlight of all creation.
I’ve an inclination to share it with people
I’ve a principle to remain faithful
to people I’ve dealt with inspiration
like the one who understands my struggle.
Many times I would try to be human
as I own it in my own quest of loving
it may be hard at times when I stumble
for fear of rejection or pain of forgetting.
Time and again, to love involves risking
either I succeed or fail in my action
but the most important thing here
is to love no matter how it ends with nothing.