Not An Option! ! ! Poem by Gotita Shukla

This poem is for you, Monsieur.
Above all, it's you whom I prefer.
My love for you,
you just can't imagine;
If required,
You can always examine.
To prove my love,
I can put myself to auction.
Because, you are my priority
Not an option.

You are the one whom I admire,
Through you I am greatly inspired.
Meeting you is my heartily desire;
My love for you will never expire.
You are so lucky for me,
Really a Godson.
Because, you are my priority,
Not an option.

It is you about whom
I daydream,
Thoughts of you flow
In my bloodstream.
My respect for you is
upto extreme.
You are the one,
Whom I greatly esteem.
Having you, i can
never think of a preoption.
Because, you are my priority
Not an option.

It might take long,
but thy heart i'll concur.
Trust me dear,
I'll forget you never.
My desire of meeting you,
i wish may recur.
An end to poem, with a
short phrase, Monsieur.
Your charm for me,
doesn't require any caption.
Because, you are my priority,
Not an option.