Wish Poem by shweta singh

You are a song, untouched by singer's tongue,
I will not hum unless you want me to sing.

You are a book, unread to the myriad readers,
I will not peruse unless you want me to read.

You are a tale, no one has ever told or heard,
I will not spell a word unless you want me to narrate.

You are a gift, that is still untouched,
I will not bare unless you want me to unwrap.

You are a mystery, that exists unresolved,
I will not persuade unless you want me to resort.

You will always be embraced by me for what you are my friend,
I would not seek answers unless you want me to comprehend.