I meet a girl made of brown silks,
Pleases touching flowers with her claggy lips.
Often do I write for a blush she vigils,
And by this, I find me embraced in that feel.

For years barely in dreams I'm all taken,
I have pussy sleep after she'd awakened.
she speaks some pages at once in a blink ,
That My mind in hours can't think.

Canopied by curly hair doesn't she just smile,
But blows my all candles in her sparkling light.
I'm forbidden by the Clans she belongs,
By that she reminds them all for a frown.

"My dear ,people don't know you still",
She encompasses me by adding this.
I know she's in love just none with me,
Which hurts her most & more than I feel.

I intend keeping off her secrecy by any means,
So long as I feel alive on her lovely grin.
I want to shivere at her gate on every eve,
Viewing her smiling standing at her fence...

I am not in the galaxy she shares,
That holds stars and moon in her hair.
I am just the sky in her silky- lines,
Who kisses the air that makes it shine.

Everyday I call me & make me sit beside,
persuading me a move which myself fail to ride.
I can't get me but her home from the bursting emotions,
And the rush of returns hugs me for this deadly passion...

~yudhish