By Paulami Naik
My charming lady, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you hide, seize and prey,
Invading my mind all day and throughout the night,
Always dreaming, hoping, I’ll be the next one you betray.
If I may compare you to a jury so just,
You are more lively, more deadly, most cunning,
Your riotous heat toasts the light frolics of August,
But to endure wintertime feels unbecoming.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your confidence, your beauty, defiance and humor,
My days go by thinking of your stunning gaze.
But I know my love for you is nothing bar a rumor.
Now I must abscond, unrequited,
with a heavy heart,
For this fancy will die in my
head whilst we remain apart.