Love is a language of heart,
Transform in attitude,
It appears on expression,
Cater through action.

I am what I am supposed to be,
Sentimental blackmail common in lovers,
To change unwillingly for someone,
Is not a true love but a forced love.

I am a foolish lover,
I never hide the truth to deceive,
If she still loves me reveling my truth,
That is not a betrayal.

Honesty is the best policy,
I confess my mistake to destiny of love,
So call best policy will hurt but,
Keeping her in dark side of love is not fair.

A fool in love with you,
Hurts you and I repent for but
I do not deceive in love,
I am what am supposed to be.