Poezja

Why am I guilty of loving you,
Cos' no matter what I do,
I know its always true,
That I still love you...

I see your face no matter where,
My eyes deceive me, yet I don't care,
I always wished we could be together,
Now I dread that I should have been better...

I get back home & try to sleep,
But I always end up with a weep,
Of not being able to love you,
As I only love the unchanged you...