Sitting on the very last bench, I saw in front of me.
I wanted to shout out loud and louder to reach to you saying, ” I love thee.”
I was, my dear, on the love spree.
I feel like the Oxygen producing tree.
You looked behind, I died once with your eye like dagger.
I feel like not being anything but a love seeking beggar.
I looked at you to make you feel my heart.
I know that your breathing was enough to clean dirt.
Smile you back if once in this lifetime,
I could have done happily any vicious crime.
You touched the bench made of wood,
My heart skipped many beats that felt good.
Sitting on the back bench, I was thinking.
The life you gave me only with an eye-blinking.
I would say always that I had loved you.
Sitting on the back bench, It’s hidden but absolutely True!
