The subject of my desire,
Sought in strain, and turned out to be in vain.
Met abject souls put through sufferation and pain
Labelled the hero but soon subjected to disdain
Blemished as traitor with our conjuncture put to blame
The subject of my desire,
Entangled self in a humongous web, home of tarantula
Subjected to see-saw of emotions and feelings, shadowed my
medulla
Heart left absent of a deserving desire or companion,
became a vesicula
Alas! You appeared to fill it, nothing short of miraculous.
The subject of my desire,
Got off to a rough start, but is that not the right way?
It wasn't easy for you to focus, your mind they almost succeeded to
sway.
Now I can hold you tight, look in your eyes and say.
I'm glad you put up a fight, stood strong and didn't stray.
The subject of my desire,
To happiness you've been my via.
In spirits you've raised me higher.
You saved me from loves wire.
There is no better gratitude that I can sire.
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