She loves me she loves me not
From her attitude I can't say
For sometimes she smiles at me
When I meet her on the way
And sometimes she doesn't give
Me a look when I shout, ‘Hey'
She loves me she loves me not
It is not known to me till now
For she throws a kiss at me when
At her raw beauty I say ‘wow'
And she changes path when with
A flower to her I gently bow
She loves me she loves me not
I have not yet got an answer
Sometimes I find her waving her
Hand at me when alone afar
Can't say if she would ever love me
Or leave in my heart a deep scar
there love comes like the breeze but sometimes like the winds love comes like the daylight but sometimes like the moonless night love comes like the blooming flower with fragrance but sometimes like the withered petals love so big unknown mastery in beloved heart
Your elaborate comment has always been a great inspiration for me. Heartfelt gratitude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem that depicts the many intricacies of a woman's character. So beautifully written.Great flow of thoughts.
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