Ballad #4 Poem by Aziz Akrish

As I walk in my travels,
the threads of love are yet not unraveled,
I love you too much my heart hurts,
but the thing is it gets worse,
I grow fond of you everyday it is a curse.

Just tell me how to remove my love it is harder to live without you everyday,
I just want to give you a bouquet of roses.

They say there many fish in the sea,
but your the only beauty I see,
I wrote to you this decree,
it has my contract of love and your caller ID.