I peep through
To feel true
But she does not let
Or open the gate
I look through window
And allow
My self through thoughts
But I am caught
She knows from where can I intrude?
Look through fancy image with semi nude
Oh no, she may be offended soon
Fire me with face so frown
I feel hurt when she is away
Signing early and finding way
It is her seclusion
To avoid confusion
I shall follow no where
But look thorough eyes for sure
They shall reveal me in private
All true feelings and state
So I am near
And call her dear
She may respond to
To make me friend true
She knows now Kristin Commins3 minutes ago its OK but it doesn't read very smoothly
It's OK Mrinmoy Choudhury8 hours ago I enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing.
I loved it...a sit predicts the unprecedented in an eagerness........... to be connected...to be loved.....Good!
I liked it Eli Damron6 minutes ago Good job Comment +1
It's okay L0u15 M1n3tt3 minutes ago sure. Comment +1
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes it is rebirth After old death