When the sun kisses the sky the early morn ;
and a cold breeze tickles the dancing corn.
Water 's the first to touch you pink and white ;
A poor lover can but behold this pretty sight.
You caress the flowers as you tread your way ;
Lucky those drones; they make you blush away.
You lighten up the mood with your songs melodious ;
And the chirping birds prove a good chorus.
But you don't seem to perceive this lonely drone,
who waits by the wayside all alone.
Desirous of a glance and a possible smile,
but perceives instead, a ship sinking in the Nile.
I envy the overcoat which everyday you wear ;
My arms can give the same warmth, I swear.
Try being in love this once, my dear ;
This Romeo promises love with unabated cheer.
Love is being that close to inhale the same warm air ;
Love sharpens when the eyes get locked in a stare ;
Love happens when the hearts beat in the same rhythm ;
Love is nurtured when the souls sing in synchronism ;
What 's an awe for the scepter without its diadem ;
What 's so beautiful of a leaf without a dew gem ;
What 's so precious of Mona Lisa without that placid smile ;
And what 's so complete about me without you on my side ;
Fruits of patience taste sweet ; so they say ;
This poem isn't just for the feelings to give way.
To your unobservant eyes it conveys a final retort ;
Now, my dear, the ball is in your court.
