Face Lines Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Your eyes made me to blink
Compelled me to sink
I started sincerely to think
Your cheeks were mixture of red and pink

I deeply felt
As if fresh flower was smelt
It had real fragrance
I tested it at once

I have known her since few days
But we had different ways
She was little reserved
I really observed

I do not really know
How far you may go?
Will you really fall in my love?
I doubt but still believe

Your voice turned out to be melodious
Like bird cuckoos
I sank further to dream more
You were as such adored

If ever I have to see through eyes
I shall stare and view
Assess your face lines
And feel secretly fine