In the journal book of my life,
I have written a journal entry.
Debiting your account with love,
And crediting my account with your affection.
...
I liked everyone of your face expression.
I gave you compliments for what I am.
When we are in the same room,
I didn't seem too desperate for your affection.
...
Its a beautiful night
with The Moon shining so bright
surrounded by the Stars.
Oh what a lovely pleasant wind.
...
On the graph of my life.
There is no curve of love.
Then I met a girl.
After meeting her,
...
My mistress eyes are bright like the moon;
Her lips are far more red than raspberry,
If hair be cloud, black cloud were made on her head.
I saw blossom flower tree, in spring;
...
My heart fervently pleads for sanctuary within the haven of your heart.
I've heard whispers of your heart, even as your lips remain serene.
With closed eyes, I place my trust in you, to tread this path of love anew.
...
Love Accounting
In the journal book of my life,
I have written a journal entry.
Debiting your account with love,
And crediting my account with your affection.
Darling, Beauty of your eyes is my narration.
Then I transfer my love to the ledger-folio column,
And then trading account.
In which, I debited my feeling;
And you credited it with your love.
The rest of balance is transfer to profit and loss account.
In profit and loss account I debited,
My account to sadness.
Then you credited other side with your lots of love.
From where my firm of life earn a huge profit.
But when I draw balance sheet of my life,
It has a liabilities side which was overwhelmed by your love and affection.
But When I put other side my heart as an asset.
Then the balance sheet of my life was exactly match.
Pressure makes you diamond and that same pressure crush you into ash. Its depends on you, how you take this pressure.
Practice makes a man better but not perfect.
Purushottam your poem was superb I love it. And my girlfriend is also love your poetry. Keep it up! !