If I could look into your eyes, I would tell you how I feel.
If I could look into your eyes, you would see that I'm for real.

If I could look into your eyes, you would see I adore you most.
If I could look into your eyes, at the same time I'd hold you close.

My heart is a lock, but my darling, you are the key.
I admire you so much, you just don't know what you do to me!

Tell me what you want. Your wish is my command.
When the chips are down, then by your side is where I'll stand.

I don't care about your present. I don't care about your past.
All I want is a chance to be with you is all I ask.

I watch you from a distance. I desire your affection, but when
you look my way I have to look in another direction.

I try to gather my thoughts. I try to make a way; but when I
see you, I loose control, not knowing what to say.

How could I come across to get my point of view?
I wonder if you even know that I have a crush on you.

I adore everything you do. I cherish everything that you say.
You make me blush, smile, laugh, and sing...you surely make
my day!

My whole day could be bad. I could be sad and blue,
but you change it all just by simply looking at you.

So I hope you get this letter; being with you is my only
wish. I will now close this letter and I seal it with a kiss.

Please accept my letter, for your affection I desire.
Signed, sealed, delivered, it is I, your secret admirer.

That all I had in my heart
Was all soft spoken by the art
It hurt me a bit as I looked at it
But it unfolded a picture I had truly never believed!
 
But I felt the warmth of her feelings
When my conscience hugged me a little
The blue face dipped in the universe of grief,
I thought would never come out of belief!
 
Abruptly it revealed to me,
        Everything was fair when you thought it correct!
And the fire below,
Reached the sky…
         That filled it with pure plums of hope!
Could you tell me…
“What the lady in the mirror had in real?”
A pessimist figure, An Optimist mind!
                                              
                                     Rashmi Pitre
                              (copyright n published poem)

they say art should be "nice",
and that it can be,
but there's much more to art,
than what you can see;

there is no right or wrong,
art is meant to speak,
to stir up curiosity,
cause creativity to leak;

so next time someone tells you,
"art is there to admire",
look to them and say,
"no, art is to inspire"

Butterflies
Don’t float around
Saying “Look at me!”
Or hope to be found.
They don’t ask for attention
Or to be admired
They won’t seek recognition
Or beg for your desire.

Their patterns stand out
Their colors shine bright
And without even trying
Their wings catch our eyes.
But it doesn’t matter
If we’re here or gone
Or if their beauty is noticed,
They’ll fly on.

I won’t ask
Won’t beg, won’t seek
Anyone to
Admire me.
My colors will shine
Even if they’re not awed
So despite recognition
I’ll fly on.