I become you

I did not ever appreciate your beauty,

As men often do towards women.

Why to appreciate a bag of skin,

Some flesh, bones, blood and organs in it?

I didn’t see you, the way world sees a woman,

Rather I see the beautiful soul in you,

Appreciated the grandeur of your spirit,

Loved your charismatic persona.

Since that day I am in love with you,

You roam in my vein, reign over my brain,

To be precise I carry you in me,

With much affection and care.

Since that day,

My pen thinks about your choice,

Before it moves over the sheets of paper.

I read and reread the written stuff,

To imagine the smile of your lips,

That would glitter there on reading it.

You become my life, I become you.