Are you a figment of my imagination?
Or a mere imitation of my fascination?
Are you a reality?
Or an antithesis of actuality?
I want to know the verity of your materiality
And the potentiality of your corporeality
I want to know if it’s real affection
Or my apprehension that its infatuation
For just one time just make it apparent
Whatever’s ambiguous just make it transparent
Give the manifestation that you’re not an imitation
Nor a fabrication of my imagination
Whatever you are you’re my reason for vitality
My jollity, hilarity and my reason for serenity
Before I get a clue about my eventuality
I think I would be lost forever in your fidelity.