Will they be judging me if I declare?
My love for you still caged it can just peek
So curse this love they mock they say unfair
Like rascal’s love his right no way to speak.
This world of ours I just can’t understand
If rules were bent pariah I will be
My self in pain still they dictate demand
No guts, no shots this fear is eating me.
Yet it’s not them I want to grow old with
Defeat? I’m sorry I just can’t accept
The courage in me makes me live to breathe
For by your love no man to intercept.
If love be measured by the wrinkled line,
Then I shall taste the bitterness of wine.