The Beauty and Unsaid Love

I was in love with a Miss. She was angelic and adonis. How shall I describe her belle, she was just ineffable. Her voice is mellifluous as pitter-patter of rain. Her smile is beautiful as ravishing scenery of mountain. She was blessed with glamour, the way earth is blessed by winter. I was in love with Layla, who never knew she had Qays I could never tell her my emotions, but I loved her always. Hemanta Sundi