Funny how, people call you an angel of delight,
a goddess of light, something cosmic in the sky
they praise you with gilded words they can find
etched on their memories from elsewhere
they call you 'princess', 'warrior' and 'queen'
and everything extraordinary in between
when it serves the needs of their heart and mind
they cradle you like the finest flower of Jerusalem
they call you their heart's sunflower in sunshine
you walk with them in empty desolate streets at 4 am
you slice a piece of your heart and give it to them
you peel a layer of your skin to feel their loneliness
you slit a wrist to be the blood to their happiness
you write songs to celebrate the beauty of their existence
you love them, while you walk on fire and shiver in ice
you honor their love, they think nothing of your sacrifice
nothing is enough for them, nothing will suffice
they ignore your vulnerability, they call you 'a disguise'
they brand your insecurities and fears a 'pack of lies'
they walk the corridors of your heart with their boots on
they blame you for all their misery from dusk to dawn
when your firmament is overcast with clouds
when your days are a succession of shrouds
when your world is collapsing in a deluge of blue
when you are in need of a love strong and true
they turn around and ask, 'who are you?'
© Jaspreet Mann