Ketigapuluhtiga

I feel bad at times for being untruthful to you.
I just can't say what are my thoughts dear.
I fear for you.

Not for me.
You might flee.

Not for a while but forever.

I wish I could be shameless snivellous person at times.
So I could tell you.
I could even tell the world.
What I really feel inside.

But.

What good does it make baby?
For I have found solace in each pray.
I have told Allah about you.
I think that's enough gesture.
It is sufficient.

It is sacred.

I don't have to tell you after all.
It is okay if you not knowing.

After all, I am in love.
This is what people do when they fall in love.

Be patient and wait in line. Patiently.