Mine You Are

When I look at your beautiful face,
I begin building mountain of dreams in heart.
When looking at your purple lips,
I feel warm at the door to heart.
When looking at your fawn-eyes,
I create a different world in my heart.
Were you she?
Who are you?
To whom you belong?
Are you my lady?

by A K Das Mridul

Comments (1)

a lot of interesting questions being asked nice writing