Not never was there a time when I thought,

Get rid of you, you do not deserve

From my mind and my thought,

Not a pinch of memory should it serve.

 

Every time I begin to think,

For, against or about you

I feel weak about all the times when

You made me feel like you wouldn’t want to.

 

I don’t care if you knew it or else

I don’t even want to know more

It is bad I can’t promise myself

A little more excuse, just to be sure.

 

I swear, I oath to suffer you

Till the last minute of your life

Be just around you and make you feel

Just the same way; the tears I couldn’t wipe.

 

Last when I was annoyed; I promised myself

I should remember; be mad at you, I should,

Never though I keep that one oath,

I could never remain mad at you!

 

Forgiving; am I for you or for me?

For the better of me I know,

Forgetting all you said, all you did,

Not possibly, the way you made me feel.

 

All that lingers is that sensation, just the mood,

Not its source, neither the cause, not even the way

Reasonless, of birth and stay;

Why or for whom really, I could never say!