The heart mine skips a beat when I think of you
The way you blush when in my arms;
Your scarlet lips upon my face.
And how you be within the thorns, yet so serene.
With you I need not words,
For you know what I’d confess.
The nascent monsoon, Oh! The smell!
Reminds me of your bloomy face;
The droplets trickling your rosy cheeks,
You feel a sensual fairy tale.
The sight of yours sets me in trance,
For I’d admire you forever.
On valentines my only want,
The reason that I celebrate.
My love for you shall never wilt,
How dry you can be;
Shall be kept in book of memories,
You’d lay there as the misty eyes
Smile through those dreams
I loved you when we first met,
I pine for you still.
Sorry I chose to lay you down,
But I’d love you in death.
My crimson rose, the beauty thee
The sole admirer of my books.
On valentines my only want
For I buy one for myself.