I peep through
To feel true
But she does not let
Or open the gate
I look through window
And allow
My self through thoughts
But I am caught
She knows from where can I intrude?
Look through fancy image with semi nude
Oh no, she may be offended soon
Fire me with face so frown
I feel hurt when she is away
Signing early and finding way
It is her seclusion
To avoid confusion
I shall follow no where
But look thorough eyes for sure
They shall reveal me in private
All true feelings and state
So I am near
And call her dear
She may respond to
To make me friend true
It's OK Mrinmoy Choudhury8 hours ago I enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing.
I loved it...a sit predicts the unprecedented in an eagerness........... to be connected...to be loved.....Good!
I liked it Eli Damron6 minutes ago Good job Comment +1
It's okay L0u15 M1n3tt3 minutes ago sure. Comment +1
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
She knows now Kristin Commins3 minutes ago its OK but it doesn't read very smoothly