A Flawed Lover

I am a mortal boy With mortal flesh and fragile mind, Everything of mine is flawed- My dress, my hair, my look, My demeanour- everything. I do good things, I do bad things. I am saint sometime, I am sinner sometime. This is how I am, And this is how I would be. I am an earthly man With impurity engraved in my fragile soul. My love for you is fragile, fleeting. One moment, I drive you far; Next moment, my achy heart cries- Missing you. I love you sometime, I fight you next time. I forget you sometime, I seek you next time. My love for you is Impure, imperfect, inadequate, distorted. Yet if ever, I see you crying, Tears roll down my cheek. If ever, I see you fall sick I pray to God silently To make you better By making me sick. I know, I am not good. But I am sincere in my effort Every day, To love you little more, To care you little more.