Treasure Island

Dr Archit Srivastava

(22-01-1985 / Allahabad, India)

Selfless Love


My deepest emotion is all for you,

My heart beats for your life,

But words fail me my angel,

When you walk into my eyes.

The moment you turn and speak,

I listen all frozen and stunned,

I just stare at your face, blankly,

What a great job god has done.

When you smile looking at me,

I search for those feelings in you,

But I fail to confess my love,

To ask, ‘do you love me too? ’

I know I may not be in your heart,

But you do stay inside mine,

And whether you love me back or not,

I will love you all the time.

Submitted: Friday, September 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 25, 2013
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I wrote this poem when I saw a girl i had a huge crush on fall for one of my friend.

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