Effect Of Your Love

Frankly

Life was not tender before

But it was not as hard

Every night I slept with a dream

To meet you next morning

It was definitely not love

But more than that

But now I don't desire

to open my eyes

I must confess, each day

I open my eyes in the fear of

Getting more depression

May be it is my hallucination

But every night I pray

Not to see the sun of tomorrow

May be I am not brave enough

But this is the effect of your love