I deny, I defy,
and yet I try,
I sigh, i pry,
but can't explain why,
I force to think, it is a lie,
wait for it, to pass by,
but with every blink of the eye,
I become more tongue tied,
I run, I try,
to be the tough guy,
not to sccumb to the hue and cry,
refuse to stand by,
what the world may imply,
but fate, it is sly,
there are somethings you can't scrape by,
why for little things you fly high,
this question has its own reply,
defences down, there I lie,
and finally I comply,
I end up giving love a try......