Analysis of Expression.

Who will believe these lines
pouring from my pen to my paper
Making me look like a lying lover
As every verse flows like a fiction
On my measureless love for you

Who will believe that sonnet
Whose fourteen lines praises the day we met
Or those ballads whose stanzas sing our sweet songs
With imageries depicting an unfeigned love

Who will  believe those rhymes
Whose soulful lines
Tells you, you are always mine

Many may mock my lines
As poetry of lies
But you know it’s true
For every word I write
I have practiced for you