When i was a teen, i fell in love with an angel and thought she was my Queen
I would never hurt her, i would never make her cry
I would always make her laugh and would always keep her eyes dry
i got her many roses and gifts but she never liked,
she was waiting for something special, i could never strike !!
one day she sat beside me looking deep into my eyes,
i tried reading her but couldn't beat her vibes.
her feelings so strong and sensible, her actions so wise and flexible.
she was saying something though i was not amiable.
she waited many moments and i never knew,
i was crazy for her but kept my heart beats due.
i wanted to react-talk but all she needed was touch and an arm-lock
i was fool to let her go unsolved,
her questions were many, in it was she dissolved.........
i lay on my back staring the ceiling, it is still the lame but her pictures keep rolling,
her eyes, her breath, her smell, her feelings,
All her unanswered unspoken calls keep me tearing.
All i was the king, when she was my queen,
My love is sick and frighten at halts which has never ever been.
I miss her glance, her calling my name,
I miss her eyes on me and those silly games.
Its been a while since i have seen her face
gtg now, have to tie my shoe lace :P
(there is a flow to this poem...i want your comments on this..the end is wht i am today..hope you get it)