The withering tree_ Tears held in poise
Two tears which sorrow long did weigh Within the scale of either eye Were held in poise Are true values of all my joys The sparkling glance that shoots desire, Drenched in these waves, shall not lose its fire The captivating laughter turned into tear But i will make all the things clear It was never your sincerity that i doubted Just a weak moment that i exploded. It was my weakness when i shouted on you It will hurt you so much, I had no clue. I know i had not been good to you in the past But I promise that rude behaviour was my last. The tree looks good when its leaves are green Not when it has lost its sheen In a very high position, i want you to be, No matter what, I will not let you become withering tree