Behold her, single in the garden
A very beautiful flower plucking lass.
The glare of her eyes mesmerize my heart,
And it give me a feeling called Love.

The glare of eyes act like knife,
Her soft red lips gives me a blush of life.
Her blowing hairs, weep my fears
And her pink cheeks, bound me to give flying kiss!

I can feel the beat of my heart,
Because her love bring out my inner art.
I wait in her window to meet with her
But she never came to give me a hiii !

The whole day, I saw myself in mirror
To only trace out my errors;
Only for perfection to her.
And to give her the essence of my love.

As the dawn of the day fell down
I became stand & still on my house lawn.
She...