In Love. To One.
How I may do?
In my life, and all I see,
is I see you, I indeed do,
as I once told you,
I feel like a dishonest crook,
if I don't say these things, than if I do,
so today, unaware how true it still stands, I wanna say-
I want to lie by your side,
as you might by mine,
as words could never be a reflection of your mind,
and thus your soul,
neither could one's naked body,
lay by me then, and let me,
I feel nothing under my arms and hands as of now,
and I can't imagine the difference,
so I help myself,
to stay as such,
till the day you are here,
Someday along,
recite a poem or two,
let me hear the symphony someday,
as you do,
but now let me unburden you,
you have a world of your own,
and thus mine,
bound to fall short,
as we both are,
bound to falling in love.
Let me take you across,
a lake perhaps,
and then stroll by the forests,
and the woods,
and then,
if you get your feet hurt,
and could not walk,
I'd want to carry you on,
lift you up, by your arms,
and entire body,
and look at your eyes,
as I take you across this world of ours,
and if you ever have the chance,
do the same,
and let me praise our God,
our very own,
in our own land of the free,
and of the ones fallen in love;
then appropriately,
introduce to me, the family tree,
Our family tree,
where I might catch upon a leaf,
and you may leave it there,
for as I know,
you'll remember,
why must it stay,
like we must,
Happy together.
As thus I know, we'll meet again,
as you'll watch me sleep,
look away then, as I'll kiss your feet.
And then, we'll meet again,
in this life of ours,
forever,
Happy Together.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 5:46 AM UTC
In Love. To One.
How I may do?
In my life, and all I see,
is I see you, I indeed do,
as I once told you,
I feel like a dishonest crook,
if I don't say these things, than if I do,
so today, unaware how true it still stands, I wanna say-
I want to lie by your side,
as you might by mine,
as words could never be a reflection of your mind,
and thus your soul,
neither could one's naked body,
lay by me then, and let me,
I feel nothing under my arms and hands as of now,
and I can't imagine the difference,
so I help myself,
to stay as such,
till the day you are here,
Someday along,
recite a poem or two,
let me hear the symphony someday,
as you do,
but now let me unburden you,
you have a world of your own,
and thus mine,
bound to fall short,
as we both are,
bound to falling in love.
Let me take you across,
a lake perhaps,
and then stroll by the forests,
and the woods,
and then,
if you get your feet hurt,
and could not walk,
I'd want to carry you on,
lift you up, by your arms,
and entire body,
and look at your eyes,
as I take you across this world of ours,
and if you ever have the chance,
do the same,
and let me praise our God,
our very own,
in our own land of the free,
and of the ones fallen in love;
then appropriately,
introduce to me, the family tree,
Our family tree,
where I might catch upon a leaf,
and you may leave it there,
for as I know,
you'll remember,
why must it stay,
like we must,
Happy together.
As thus I know, we'll meet again,
as you'll watch me sleep,
look away then, as I'll kiss your feet.
And then, we'll meet again,
in this life of ours,
forever,
Happy Together.
