notes

Counting the stars
Nestling under the moonlit night
Is impractical
Is passé
Me being fairest of all
Is not true
Because I have pigmentation
All over my face
You my hero, my prince
A knight in shining armour
Fits only the fairy tales
You don’t even like riding horses.

When you tell me that
I’m not the prettiest of all
But the loveliest for you
I know you are stating facts
When you shout at me
That I’m driving you in sane
Nuts, draining you
I know, you are just being polite
It’s more than that?
When you tell me you hate me
I know it’s just for that
Very short moment
When you tell me that
I make you the happiest
The saddest
Oh I so believe you.

When you write to me
That you’ve worked all these years
To make me happy
To give me everything that I want
My heart flutters
And smile like princess do
When you insist 
That you could be trusted
For life
I tell you I do
For life
When you whisper
You love me
With all your heart
I cry.