I am sure,
I have gone light in head.
I love when you condemn me,
I love when you want to prove yourself ‘superior’ over me.
I love when you lose bit confidence in me.
I love that however, you would like it be.
In conclusion, that would you be,
in whose company, I would like to seep.
Make me cry, I am fine,
but you won’t see my pain,
behind my eyes that worship you,
just for what you are for me.
Light in head, I must be.
At least in your love.
Let us count our blessings, my love?