My Love!

I won't be crying for days dear!

I won't be this crestfallen too!

Believe me! You don't have to fear!

I won't contemplate suicide too!

I can't even imagine myself,

Growing a beard. Its rubbish!

Like a needle kept in the topmost shelf,

This'll stay. I'll pretend to be selfish!

Perhaps I realize now how it is,

To live as a shadow of oneself!

No joy, no grief can anymore please

Me, and they are running themselves!

Living in the past can only happen

To some people who are old, I thought!

Now I realize that its all wrong when

I experience this! There is still a lot!

You don't have to contact me again!

Don't even think about me, dear!

I am out of sight, so out of your mind,

Is what I wish to happen here!

My last moment will be just as grand,

As I would be thinking about you!

That drop of tear you shed shall stand,

Far beyond all my life! I tell you!

My Love!