When among a hundred, you spy,
Her face, solemn and shy…
When in everything you do,
You wish her presence too…
When you look in the mirror,
And her smile remember…
When in idle thoughts, you smile,
And your time waste and while…
When you look her in the eyes,
And your heart sings and smiles…
When you hold her hand in yours,
And your very self she adores…
When you haven't said a word,
And yet, it feels like she has heard…
When each time you part, it stings,
And a lump to your throat it brings…
Then ripe with love, your little heart,
Was taken out, and to her lost…
Speak your love, your life is she,
Kiss your bride, and happy be!
~ Pradeep CE 🙂
This post used to be a part of my old blog, and was migrated here for legacy reasons.
