haze

sweet sweet love,
you give more than i'd ever wanted
patient during times of anxiety

and i realize how perfect you are
and i realize how good things come to an end
and wished that you are imperfect
so that you do not come to an end
and i realized you are not home yet

of late, i m with fear
of changes, of losing you
though they may be so in the far future
of late, i m with fear
of a future without you

if bliss comes first, happiness second,
then our sadness had been happiness
for i m at peace, knowing you will be there thru it all

and i realized, we are imperfect
thus we will not come to an end
and i realized thus, you will be home soon