All I have in me, all I wish to share.

And this is more than anything I could wish for.

I have a feeling of being the best,

To be the giving and receiving; if love is about sharing.

I just want to be a dear; the most caring.



All that is in me is so fragile like a glass cup,

Breaking me is like killing me softly with excruciating pain.

And here is my weakness that seems like a curse.

I know am filled with love like a glass cup filled with water.

I don't want to hurt anybody but vise versa has been my portion.



All I have in me is all I want to protect; but can't.

How can I protect a feeling I can't hold.

Right through my chest it keeps pounding; the only thing I can't control,

And I wonder as I ponder, If it only me feeling so,

or is there someone around this earth that feels same.



Else all I have in me is just a dream.

Then all I have in me that is to share,

and all that is in me that is fragile than a glass cup,

Plus all I have in me that is all I want to protect.

Is just a mere dream covering me like a body cream.