She

She is the one who melts my heart away

she speaks innocently like a child at play

she squeaks like a mouse when she is happy

she yells like a lion when she is angry.

She cuddles to me like i were her bear

she rushes to me when i need her care

she cares for me when i am ill

she loves me with all her will.

She makes a puppy-face to plead me

she makes a devil-face to threaten me

she makes a funny face to cheer me

she makes a ugly face to happy me.

She smiles when she is sad

she cries when she is lonely

she laughs when i am silly

she then takes my heart away.

She is adorable when she plays with her hair

she is cute when she talks to the walls and the air

she is irritating when she tells me 'nothing'

she is curious and always upto something.

I love to get her furious

i love to see her curious

i love to bring her joy

i love to see her coy.

I can praise her to no end

it is she who makes my life bend

i could only be her admirer

she is my only disease and the curer.

She stands like a grape vine

she walks like the wind dancing in the morn

she is like a glowing candle

simply made to illuminate my darkness.

she sleeps like a rose laid on the grave

she smiles like a child when tickled

she glares like the stars charming in the night

she mesmerizes me like an angel.

Oh! let me have her

let me suck the fragrance of her body

let me be close not to leave her

let me wrap her in my arms

let me touch the softness of her thighs

let me nourish myself in her beauty

let me grab her sensuous waist

let me feel her tenderly unlike before.

Let me possess her completely

let me make her feel the love i have

let me be with her till eternity

let me have this moment forever.

So near, yet so far.

She is a mere illusion of love

she is what i desired

she is what i loved

she is what i needed

But,

She sees not what i see for her

she hears not what i speak to her

she tells not what i want to hear

she is not where i want her to be.

Now,

My admiration is sickness to her

my calls are immune to her

my care is a routine to her

my love is despicable to her

She pains me with her ignorance

she hurts me with the uncared words

she rejects my love for some other

she pricks me by erasing my existence

She is preserved in my memories

she is safe in my heart

she is treasured in my thoughts

she is held in my past

She may not be my future

she may not be my dream

she may not be my love

Yet, she will always be my life.