Romantic Poem

When we encounter our true love, we dream of a thousand ways to make ourselves known to her.

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© Sagar Yadav more by Sagar Yadav

Published on December 2007

Secret Admirer

I wish I were a bird
every morning I would fly to your place
and sit at the window
to be the first one everyday
to see your lovely face

I wish I were the dew
when you pick the rose
and smell its scent
I would silently wish you morning
and kiss you on your nose

I wish I were the mirror
the mirror on your wall
when you would ask me
I would tell you my love
you are the fairest of them all

Every morning when you pray
I wish I were the sun rays
to see you and be your admirer
and pray for your happiness
God bless you with grace

Oh if, I were . . . I wish I were
or be me only
singing to you the song of love
if you would hear only.

Singing to you till my death.


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