Chasing you through the bushes,
When I thought I was playing hide & seek with you-
Running hard and churning blood,
In my naked feet kissing heat in your pursue.
My sun-glasses were black that could not penetrate,
Exaggerated, reflected only my desperation-
Your hot wax actually burned them with pain,
I am still proud enough to save my love that suffered abrasion.
That night you held that lantern to porch illusion-
The dancing flames never betrayed,
And gave indication of your sincerity,
Only that you were more than posh when you forayed.
The shocking news-
Still I am alive!
I managed the antidote of your poison,
In fact you blessed my life.
Are you curious?
I pity on you,
I will tell you, if you can hear,
No need to fume or don’t get furious.