Untitled 1 Poem by Nima Tharchen

I fell in love with her dreamy eye,
It was like the clearest summer sky
I suppose you fell in love her eyes too
May be you saw the same things I did too
I would secretly stare at her
My emotion stir,
What happens to you?
Do you feel the same way I do?
Or is it my same feelings by times two
I love voice, i just love it
It is not forced, it is a choice
I assumed every time you hear her voice
You would lose all sense of poise
I wonder who loves her more
A love straight from the core
But I can't compete in this love race
It was just a pleasant phase
You have her heart
She yearns for a sight of your face

I must be gone
I must move on
That's what I must remind and tell
Then why is it that
I can't delet your picture from my cell