I can only hope,
And try to find scope.
Thank God, hope and imagination is not a crime
When I hear your voice, it feels like hearing wind chime.
I can make many metaphors and similes in my poems for you,
Many are there in my stock, not a few!
But comparing things should be compared by you,
Which is my view.
My life sustains on hope,
You're tied with my life with the strongest rope.
No... I'm sorry, you are not tied,
You're a part of my life which in outer world I hide.