I am man, of very few words.
You may think I am ignoring you.
In my mind,
I am of thinking of you and all things new.
When I look at you,
this lion turns to a mouse.
Theories and books,
could not have prepared me for these feelings.
Glimpses of you, make me feels so, so shy.
Your voice soothes the beastly days, I have and hate.
Wishing your embrace,
help me through lonel nights of late.
I wish I could tell you,
what I really thought.
Gifts of misdirection,
your feelings could not be bought.
All this from, when or what I see in you.
I love someone else,
in my dreams my heart belongs to you.
My days bright, no longer blue.
All because, of what I see in you.
I Siddiqi 27/09/2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem