Poem of Hope

Mine heart doesn't beat for me, it beats to chant thy name, These eyes of mine are made only to see thou and adore thy charm. If I can win thy love for me, there is no use of wealth and fame As thou are so full of affection and love that I want to kiss thy palm. The way thou tuck thy strand of hairs behind thy ears Leaves me vulnerable enough for cupid to pierce mine heart. This heart of thine so pure, can't It be mine residence? And can thou kill mine hesitation, so I can call thou sweetheart? If I am not fit for thy love, please mould me according to thou And if thou don't like mine behaviour, recreate me as thou want. I am happy to become how thou like, so I can be thine now And I can wait and try to win thou, as thou hast stole mine heart. Can thou see the eyes which always confess mine love? Anyways, I am sure that someday, I will win thy love.