To My Valentine Poem by dipak adhya

To My Valentine

She can blame me as she likes
In her blaming secret love of hers
Always smiles.
Her rosy cheek, petal-lips,
Flying locks, wavy breasts
Mind alluring fragrance -
All are responsible
For this poem that whispers
Let you love me, let you love

Dear, I love you much
But today it is insignificant
To utter the words
As from your heart to dreams
You must know and hear mine
All the time
It is me whose offerings
Is not manly;
You may call you 'madly'
Only for your love
And blame me mockingly not to love.