I am really sorry her younger sister,
Don't mean to spoil your fun but really,
You would not get to tease her forever!
I am really sorry her little brother,
Don't mean to take your artist away,
You would not get her to do charts!
I am really sorry her strict mother,
Don't mean to insult you but we'll elope,
You would not get to polish her by scolding!
I am really sorry her loving father,
Don't mean to question your upbringing,
You would not get to love her as much as me!
Oh my dream-most-real how I wait for you,
The brush of these twigs of the love tree,
I will gulp the swigs of tears belonging to you!
Oh my young inspiration how I love you,
The gush of the potion of our love is awaited,
We will have a toast of happiness each!
Oh my young companion how I require you,
The lush gardens of love expect us really soon,
Come to my street forever I wait for you!
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 7:56 AM UTC
I am really sorry her younger sister,
Don't mean to spoil your fun but really,
You would not get to tease her forever!
I am really sorry her little brother,
Don't mean to take your artist away,
You would not get her to do charts!
I am really sorry her strict mother,
Don't mean to insult you but we'll elope,
You would not get to polish her by scolding!
I am really sorry her loving father,
Don't mean to question your upbringing,
You would not get to love her as much as me!
Oh my dream-most-real how I wait for you,
The brush of these twigs of the love tree,
I will gulp the swigs of tears belonging to you!
Oh my young inspiration how I love you,
The gush of the potion of our love is awaited,
We will have a toast of happiness each!
Oh my young companion how I require you,
The lush gardens of love expect us really soon,
Come to my street forever I wait for you!
Just in case if you noticed,
This poem as well like my life,
Starts with 'I' and ends with 'you'!
My HP Poem #389
©Atul Kaushal
