I don't know when my wounds will be cure But yes they are giving me pain for sure I love you and waiting for you only this I assure In my heart you are secure. You love me the most You hate me and also want me to roast Your love is like butter on toast And your hatred is like my boat is not able to see any coast. Soon in this world I will be lost Then you will cry the most For love we can't pay any cost To your heart my love is post. Don't ignore me more Love me more than before Black dress you must wore With you only new places I will explore. WAITING...
You are, for me, the coast of hope. I am the searching waves striking you again and again in the hope of finding peace in you, the coast of hope, the oasis of hope.