Not Every Eve Poem by Susmit Panda

No, not every eve must I appear,
Or else, desire dares to grow,
And I'm bent to craving you more near;

For I, Senora, am a stranger sheer,
Fit for those glances from your brow,
Not every eve therefore must I appear;

Or else, a stranger's title it aches to bear
And your glances lose their glow,
As I'm bent to craving you more near;

Until every pulse throbs out a tear,
And hope cuts a deep furrow -
O no! not every eve must I appear;

Let me a stranger be, and endear
Your glances, and never lose their magic show,
And be not bent to craving you more near;

And let thereon my frisky soul cheer,
And therefrom let my romance flow -
Not every eve therefore must I appear,
Or else I'm bent to craving you more near.