Unfortunate
Did I not,
give you the benefit of the doubt,
when you wept in tears,
seeking for sincerity,
when the world seemed cruelty.
Did I not,
contribute and showered thee with presents,
in all stages of thy maturity,
and wished you for prosperity,
when none showed love.
Did I not,
stand beside you,
laughed and cried with you,
hugged you,
when you needed it the most.
Did I not,
made you feel beautiful,
made you feel smart,
made you feel content and blissful,
when you felt down.
Was it not,
enough to make you see,
enough to make you feel,
enough to make you realize,
the love I hold dearly.
Was it not,
Even by a bit,
enough to make you love me the same,
enough to make you stay,
for I never requested much,
but just for you to give me,
your pain and sorrows,
so I could hear and see you laugh,
For it is more than enough,
to cure my fragile heart.
Thus I hope in the next life,
We'll meet again,
Then maybe I'll be good enough,
To have you for the rest of that eternal life
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