Something I Wish To Say. Poem by Subrata Ray

Something I wish to say dear,
But the saying may seem a grace,
For when and how my heart was stolen,
I muse and muse, but never can guess.

Flowers seemed your words,
And the interactions flood,
My whole being, rose to accept,
And colossal tide shared my blood.

I confess my weakness,
But the truth here I have said,
The trauma of moaning wrinkles my base,
Though many a coin I have paid.

No blame but worship the strange treasure,
For your soul has freed me, that is the pleasure.