Left Nothing to Blame

The fondness is in the air,

I just want to glare,

The tenderness that you wear,

Left nothing unclear.

The bond that we share,

You know I live where,

The beam that runs on your face,

Left nothing to trace.

The running fingers in my hair,

Let you know to start from where

The childish behavior of yours,

Left nothing unsure.

The acts that make me scared,

Let you know how to shear,

The kindness that you claim,

Left nothing to blame.