This is a poem from my brodaa NISHIT...
It's for the gal of his dreams..   A great one.

Here it goes. ..

 On the wet dawn,glory within me looses
the tiny water horizons, flow down my eyes
I stay shut for reasons and causes,
She told me before our hate arise.

I don't hate, neither neutral
It is my love. She is unable to understand
I guess she wont understand it till my memorial
My eyes will close and chest will support my hand.

Though you go and tell her,
Would she still love me forever?
Or hate fights , stands or begins a war
Kill me and satisfy her love sour.

She would be immortal for me
Cause I am a lover also a heart thief.