Love comes to life,
In me when I look upon you,
Why should it be generated,
By your mere sight,
Whatever perfume you wear,
whatever atttire you put on,
It looks comely,
Your shape so adorable,
Your face so pleasnt,
My mind leaps with peasure,
why is that you create
So much excitement
In my simple mind,
I may not make you mine,
Permenantly, or live with you,
Perhaps it will spoil
All my thrills of sight of you,
A mundane daily presence
May be the last thing I wish,
May my longing for you
Be everlasting, undying.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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