Not only me knows you're in love, my attires can testify
But, don't bother coming near.
You care; I know.
But this pains, they worsen when people come along to succor.
Your intentions are true and genuine;
I know, but this sore expands on hearing soothing words.
At the mention of a cure it's strength strongly suppresses sweetness.
Bitterness grows, your words would only be catalyst to my pains despite its healing powers.
Sometimes pains are just pains,
Words are effective-less.
So, I'll just let you be.
Unleash the strength to fight, sleep over your fears and tears;
conquering right from your dreams till it finally leaves.
I'm glad you acknowledged my love for you,
Michael, I still and will, always put you inside and inscribed in me.