I love you, echaya.

by Nisha Jestin

I stand near
To see you clear
In despair, I wait
Fastening the woeful fate

Whisper the mourn
I shall not turn
Till I catch your sight
I know, it is tight

Haunted dreams touch me not
Because I deny the knot
Which could let me free
And you hesitate to agree

I have nothing left,
As you has already theft,
My love is as deep as ever,
I swear, it can halt never.

I love you, echaya.