So many times have I been used in love that I am scared to bare my heart open before you. I fear losing you, precisely the reason i will never win you.
I wish we both were breezes/winds and not trees rooted at different places. It would have been magical to whistle together and spread life wherever we went. I wish we could have flown and blown together.
Do our problems qualify to be called as problem when we have millions of people around us who don't have access to clean water, healthcare, food or basic necessities of life.