A Passing Tide..

My dear friend, to have you is a matter of pride,
Cause you do nothing that takes me for a ride;

Your eyes speak everything, clear and wide,
You  shower attention and affection of which I am deprived;

 As possessiveness starts leaving my heart fried,
 I constantly check if our chemistry-filled rapport died;

Though I know I would never be your bride,
It somehow feels complete to have you by my side;

As vulnerability confuses my conscience and has silently cried,
I choose a smiling facade for my emotions to hide;


Though this emotional outbreak is just a passing tide,
A soft-corner for your sweetness shall always reside;