Mamsur abubakar

Here’s one filled with shame and longing: I loved you with a broken grace, A fractured mind, a guilty face. Every thought, a stolen fire, Ashamed to touch, yet burned with desire. My love, a shadow, dark and deep, A wound I carry, a pain I keep. Your light, too pure for hands like mine, A madness tainted by the divine. I hide this heart, unworthy, torn, A sinner’s love, a soul forlorn. Yet still, I ache, I yearn, I crave, To find your mercy, or my grave. How does this feel to you?