What have become of me,what should I say ?
I am neither a lonely girl neither a stray,
but listen to my story as I type it day by day,
I was a normal one,before you came,
nothing was exiciting,but your mere existence changed,
the saddness,the sorrow, everything fade away,
strange it is
you turned me into a romantic poet,
from the tragedy writer I was one day,
I looked at your pictures to see
what is that I have fallen for,
no answer ever came,
nothing in mind comes as fastly as your name,
and face wherever I stay,
and when I try to write about anything else but you,
my mind turns blank and my fingers never sway,
and when I stand up just to say a line about you,
a whole poem for you comes as fast as a hurricane,
what are...