I Have Lived With Worry Poem by Luminous Chama

I have lived with worry, ‘twixt a thought fearing you'll leave in hurry,
And this everlasting worry comes with its soul rushing in hurry,
I could not be like others—having a thought that never bothers,
‘Tis you I only think about, and not others—a thought that bothers,

Like the sun seen above, and in all this time we have,
I shall love, only you in this life I have,
I shall smile, as hate stares in a mile,
With this love that this heart compile, I shall stare at you for a while.

Bothered by imperfection that hurried upon birth, will I be truly loved by you on this earth?
As my words come forth, to ask thee these words it angers both
Of our beautiful souls that rush unmatched when love calls,
As my soul calls, forever waiting to hear a voice sung by sweet souls

That tremble so fine, with this question piercing hearts so fine,
Hold this hand of mine, in this beautiful tremble of mine,
This presence of yours is as beautiful the art of souls,
Yet there are wars, as this heart awaits to hear the words of yours,

This tremble shall not go away, as these much words I say,
As the sun in the sky sway, I'm awake to listen every day,
Am I loved by you, as I have loved you so true?
As the sun ceases its blue, I await true words from you.