ANAMIKA - The Waiting (5)

Its not okay,
He's not mine,
He shouldn't know this -
These thoughts of mine.

I love him badly,
Love him too much,
Infatuation should pass -
Till it does as such ;

I'm trapped to think
Of maybes and could-bes,
All the million possibilities -
That I will never venture.

Love is sacred,
Its entwined,
But feelings pass -
And so shall mine.