My Love Is My Weakness Poem by Premadhar Boro

I often use to imagine of you
The only you, to be mine,
Always great tenderness for you
Even, visible with closed eyes every time.

Everything in you is beautiful
I enjoy it standing in a distance, lonely
It's a great relief: I'm grateful
I admire your beauty, My lovely.

But in a flash, it's partial for forever
And it turns out to be my trouble
Someone other than me is there
You love him intensely: It's understandable.

Now, a suffering of fondness provokes to hurt
And a treasure, you remain in my heart.