I never felt like I had worn out my passion;
Instead, revered within me that obsession!
To love her, I never craved she be next to me,
My memories she engaged, and that just to be!
To memorize her face, I never needed her snap;
But, could see her; whenever I would take a nap!
I had amassed her smiles in my thoughts, for later
And, had built the castle in the air, just to feel better!
Then another year had passed, I just hadn't known
In my trance, just see where my worship had flown!
It was an abstraction, but to be soundless was my fate;
This adoration is my pleasure and thus today I'd narrate!
I spent some lonely years, cherishing her every moment;
Nurturing all those memories, how wonderful and pleasant!
I had dedicated some space & time, in my life, to this devotion;
That passion is alive but dormant & life's a lopsided commotion!
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