When will my word stop ranking as a nefarious act at purloining your heart,

When will my subtle remark no longer rancidify your innermost feeling,

I wonder when you would see my heart for what it is,

And realize the void in there was created for you to fill.




When will you stop seeing my word as nothing but well sugarcoated bagatelle,

That my voracious attempt at your heart won't end in gory tales,

That every of my word carried truthful intuition,

And every promise I made would see the light of fruition.




When will my words stop showing it true worth to the bowels of your dustbin,

Despite knowing every alphabet in there was written to soften your stance,

Will you ever read that with a plain mindset,

And see if it won't cure that biliousness and perceived animosity.



Or maybe have not done enough,

I could have added money, but nature has refused to bless me with riches,

I could have come with the handsome face,but nature didn't do justice when cutting my face,

But I'm giving you everything I have,am giving you the beautiful words of a poet.