If you truly love me,
Don't fall in love with my weekend best.
Don't love my outer looks,
As it is painted best countenance,
It is highly deceptive and varying.
Fall in love with my real self,
The way it come into view.
I may not have appealing form,
Truthfully, I never cared.
Fall in love with my annoyance,
My resentful moods,
That roams in vacuum, at times.
Fall in love with my innocence,
But at times most mature and sober.
Fall in love with my purity,
As pure as a virgin or snow.
Fall in love with my mis-fortunes,
Indicating failures in life.
Fall in love with the scars,
Given by most un-kindest souls,
Fall in love with my entire existence,
Unmindful of merits and de-merits;
Or don't trouble me with your calculated love..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem