My Love Poem by SATYAM rastogi

Once i asked somebody to embrace me
with the feelings and charm,
with the glitters of her smile
and with the space of her arm.

With the questions of her likings
i was valuing my thought,
it was only her persistent smile
that was making them broad.

May be it was the wind
or may be it was the snow,
which made an extrinsic pattern
when her hair started to blow.

You may count or may not
but there are still thousand of lovers i must say
who are in love with such beauty
even to whom god after making must have said ‘hey! ’.

She is precious to me
she is my subject my lesson,
may be one day i will forget
forget to breath
but i dont see any future
when i will be living without her, my world my passion.