I looked in her eyes
And desperately tried
To read her response
It was unbelievable and with innocence
She was unstoppable
Making me more to struggle
To read more with earnest
I still made bid to try best
“No, it is not your style”
You think over it meanwhile
I shall disappear soon
As sun makes fast to noon
Does any one what you are?
Honestly speak as you are far?
I took serious view and asserted
Love is first to be purely inserted
I know about rainbow colors
But above and all stands honor
My pride stops at some one
To ask for love and offer smile
I find no definition
It may be self inhibition
I know for sure love is not exchange commodity
It is pure tool designed by an almighty
:) Broken Lullabies 17 minutes ago Very beautifully written! Loved it :)
great poem! L spirit17 minutes ago please keep writing!
Very nice. Love is as mysterious as ever and for sure a pure tool of procreation in Almighty's hands.
Very nice poem. As ever it is mysterious and for sure a pure tool for procreation in Almighty's hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I looked in her eyes And desperately tried