How can I explain what I feel?
Someone came and my heart got stealed.
Now, day and night I think of him.
As if I am a victim,
Of a disease which is unknown
Whose seeds I myself have sown.
He comes nearer to me in my dream,
often dressed in cream.
Then I wanted to ask how dare him to stole my heart.
I don't care how much he is smart.
But after seeing innocence in his face,
I honestly trace
that I utter nothing
and accept him as my king.
Then I close my eyes to let him hug me.
But when there is no response, I open my closed eyes and what I see
that it was a dream
which I want to come true one eve.
©cute-teen
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