Sweet and innocent as a maiden’s dream,
Is this love I wonder?
And if it is then God save me,
Cause I’ve made a big blunder.
Everyday I wake up with,
A yearning to see him again.
Can’t concentrate on anything,
I don’t even know when this began.
It didn’t start with meeting of gaze,
Like in folklores they tell.
A little friendly smile of his,
Was more powerful then any spell.
His eyes are black and misty,
His smile is something I can die for.
He has made fatally wounded,
And I know now there is no cure.
Though he denies these feelings,
He likes me too, his eyes reveal.
His gaze I can feel upon me,
His peace of mind I did steal.
He taught me how to smile,
In my darkest time he shared my sorrow,
I want to see him happy, no matter what,
THIS IS LOVE I KNOW! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
well beauty, i am somewhat late to comment but your poem deeply describes feelings of a lover and yh! you are right this is love
Hi Blithe, love is that sweet uneasiness... And moreover it's the confluence of hearts....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Vandana. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.