Shukriya . . .

I envision your touch when i awaken each morning, But ... i recall the times i ignored your warning, I see your smile in every breath that i take, But ... i remember our fights that i know i made, I surrender to your love and have sweet memories thereof, But ... i cannot forget how i pushed you away so much, You silently endured my torrents of misbehaviour, Yet you smiled your smile and stood as my saviour, Drenched in my volatile words you accepted defeat i know, Yet not a curse you uttered to unleash the fury i sowed, I still remember the flowers you sent to apologise for my words, Sweet words of lament at our love so rashly i threw, Alas beware young lovers of the curse of my temper, Be wary of my plight and endeavour to do better. . . Folorn i sit alone and afraid, Malignant in the destiny i made