Whenever you come across me,
all i feel,
the cosmic powers,
dragging me towards thee.
In the spring of hope, in the winter of despair,
the raising crests,
often make me scare.
Though we are not framed into a single case,
how can i enclose it in the walls of flesh,
one day it came out,
like the fire spurts, like the seeds sprout,
eyes beholded that beautiful dream,
a prom, a king, and a queen........
both entwined like the creepes embrace,
the beauty she defined
and charm invested her face...
then the dawn came with gusting wind,
over the mountain tops and misty forests,
sweeping that all stashed in eye
then came a traveller by
she followed him with a sigh...........