I would still be loving you

Tis you who blushed -tis you who blossomed
And alas ‘Tis me who’s doomed.
‘Tis love-’tis love that the world is made of,
‘Tis world -’Tis world that you gave off;
‘Tis pain- ’tis pain that am all left with,

I brood about those days,
I pretend as if it pays.
Days begin, traverse and end
And its all through you.

Strolling down the streets,
am lost in the thought;
in the thought of how not to think about you.

I look at people and I smile;I look at myself and I cry.
I cried at you and you made people laugh at me.

I am still loving us.

Of all the bonds, you chose love, Of all the ones, I chose you,
Of all the ends, God chose this and Of all the mess, am still alive.

I like the way you hurt me,
you made me sick, you made me cry,
above all you made me love you more.

I remember every moment we spent
I bethink every day, I re-live,
all by myself, all aloof
without you and without happiness.

I needn’t know about your rosy days,
I know God answers me;
But on your blue day, do come,
HE may be angry for you’ve done to me
But I wouldn’t be, I would still be loving you.

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A Note: This poem follows a style, it is made of nine stanzas and number of lines per stanza is not constant, it follows this pattern,
5-4-3-2-1-2-3-4-5