I try to help, in vain, and you are away
I hear you, hear your cry, your silence kept
Devastated I listen to you lay
Your sound as after crying, "have you wept?"
Though claiming "no" I know the answer deep
Like throbbing my head over and again
Those not said, hurt the most, remains a heap
You shut me out, seek for help, shall not complain
I give up, silent too I wait for you
But none said, holding tears, shall say good night
Turning, trying to sleep, thinking of you
My love, I miss you so, you are my knight.
The next day, as if a fiction story
We go on, my sweet flower, that is thee. |