Judged you so badly and wanted my judgement to be true:

Just an empty sport with a spur of youth – Shallow and sleazy;

Yet another modern menace!

Wondered why I was instinctively drawn to you?

You revealed as an Edgar Allen Poe’s poem:

Line by line you shine in different shades

Still a mystery to be deciphered…

Never wanted you to grow on me

Yet you look more beautiful day by day…

Indeed, Nicholas Sparks spark the flicker:

Never imagined you to be a reckless romantic soul lurking beneath…

Wonder after wonder you are: How come a classicist are you? Jane Austen! Jules Verne!

Hopelessness dragged you to futility of War affairs though!

You glow in your aura of sportsmanship:

Discipline is the valued possession of a sportsman:

You persevere through to retain the speed and agility…

Indeed, following your passion rubs me a lot!

Yet you scare me with your masks,

With your shallowness of ‘out of sight out of mind’,

With your dark secrets and grey shades,

With your nonchalant and self-sabotaging habits!

Know not the Universal Agenda:

You did bring back life in me – anger, joy and sorrow, indeed!

Never want to slip back into nothingness and numbness anymore…

If harmlessly holding on to you helps my survival

Why not?!?