Brook of expectations
The brook of expectations
Becomes a turmoil, the water of love
Grows destructive as a phailin.
Lots of selfless love becomes futile,
When the other half stops realizin.
You can fortify, the dam
Of faith and trust.
But the unfulfilled desires,
Cover the tailings with rust.
Still, the rills of love flow
Through the small embankments,
When you don't crucify it,
Owing it to your own temperaments.