It’s not love
I like being around you
Just a small space of my heart’s reserved
For you. Holding on to the pieces of memory
Of you, I’ve put my life in perspective
It’s not love
I am busy with several other thoughts,
Yours is one that I hold for little long
My work is my private space where
Alive thinking has no room for
It’s not love
I just like to wait for your mail
May be I feel somewhat real
I find hard to read it once
Sure, they have some glowing effect
It’s not love
You rule my dreams often
It’s silly how I awake, full and fresh
Outside the window you seem to be standing
May be your face is too common
It’s not love
My soul dances to the tune
Of yours. Can’t feel pain. Not any thing.
You keep me busy all time
May be I like you little more.
It’s not love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a lovely write'Saying yes and no to the high tide of feelings.- - - - - - - 10/10
Thank you Bharati..! ! ! I really appreciate your kind comment and vote :)