Respect over love...hence it is overMature

Defending my love time and again, defending his other side I knew,

innocent eyes and heart so tender, only I saw how inside it grew.

I forgot the pain and hurtful things, for the smile which made me glow,

I loved him so that it began hurting more whenever he asked me to go.

Insecurities and doubts would cloud his mind, he  accused me even more,

I took shade of silence, gave up hope and asked myself to let go...

 

The End

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