To the tune of sweet whistles, I dance,
With the cool breeze passing by, I romance.
What is it that I’m looking for?
Amidst the conscious crowd, I’m in a trance.
I don’t even get proper sleep nowadays,
Even when I dream, all that I see is her face.
What is happening with me lately?
I am, with myself, in a perpetual race.
I touch the sky but immediately fall down.
I write long essays yet forget what’s a noun.
What do these extremes want to convey?
I know not whether to smile or bear a frown!
Am I in search of something to stabilize?
Yes, I believe I’m looking for that prize.
Am I finding love in the right place?
I know not, for I am not very wise.
But when it comes, I can only imagine,
I won’t even want to rhyme my words.
Only the thought of having her by my side,
Makes me the happiest man – worldwide.
So I’m still looking for love, hopelessly,
My feelings are real, O God bless me.
Till when will I wait for her, she asks!
I smile and whisper into her ears: “Endlessly”
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