why do i spend time with you?
why?
despite of the probability that you will not appreciate the things that i do, let alone understand...
why would i spend Friday sleepless nights,
and other days too,
just to be with you?
why would i bare my all to you?
why would i share my life with you?
why would i give a part of me to you?
can't you see...
my heart, can't you hear?
it is because i care for you....
it is because i love you...
i don't ask that you be grateful,
neither that you appreciate the things i do,
i just want you to be better,
i just want you grow...
