I breed tears of missing you.
Hysterically I long for the fruitfulness of your presence.
Unyielding, I am tirelessly searching for your soul.
Yet, Iā€™m anxious my endeavour will be futile.
I bear a flock of our activities in yesteryear.
I am rapidly saying your name as I explicate my sentiment.

I glance at your smile, it turns to a warden of my soul.
I fail to be a warner, I come alive tangled in your beauty.
Now my heart is alight beneath my lungs