Either with her,
Or in her dreams;
Blessed I feel,
Cos of her it seems.

Can’t control myself,
I get lost in her thought;
In the acres of my mind,
Her is the largest plot.

From a hobby to a habit,
And now she has become my need;
In the warmth of her loving soul,
I am blossoming from a shy seed.

Awed by her scenic beauty,
My heart began to unbeat;
Blood rushes to my head,
And I can’t stand on my feet.

Deep in the mines of her soul,
I am trapped alone;
There is still so much to her in here,
She hasn’t yet shown.

Shade of her love,
Till I am alive is all I greed;
And then deep in her heart,
I will get buried.