At times it seems,
That I am not meant for you-
I know it seems hard to believe,
But please let me explain.

Why is it that
Though I try
As I can to make things work,
I feel that it is never enough?

Why is it that
When around you
I find it hardest to speak-
Express my sentiments, feelings,
Emotions and thoughts?

Why is it that
Everytime we are together,
Whenever I see your beautiful smile,
I wonder how long it will
Always be just for me?

Why is it that
I wonder how long you will be mine
To have and to hold-
And not another?

Why is it that
I have this fear of losing you
Once more-
A feeling of utter hopelessness
For something I am unable to prevent?

Why is it that
I feel so undeserving of you?
That someone like me,
Could have one like you?

Why is it that
I see our future
So full of the unknown,
So mistry and uncertain,
Another one of life's gambles?

Why is it that
Tales of you with another
Fill me with so much anguish,
Slowly driving me into
An abyss of despondency?

Why is it that
I am filled with these thoughts,
Now while we are together
Constantly nagging my conscience,
Never to let me be.

Why is it that
Even now I still do not know the answers
To all these questions?
Why?

Could there be
Something I am doing wrong?
Or maybe something
I might have missed along the way-
A precursor to all this?

What must I do,
To make it all go away?
To be finally at peace
With myself around you?
What must I say,
To comfort my restless soul,
When you are near?
What will it take
For me to believe
That sometimes love stories,
Do have a happy ending?