He is my prince charming,
In a bodice with straight jaw and muscles so alarming.
He can not stand seeing me in pain.
In my droughtful life, he is the rain.
If i can not have him, life you go to vain.
I lost everything, he is my gain.
He loves me like no one does.
For him, I am gorgeous even with smudge.
I am drowning each day, he is my stick.
He is the thread of my life oh so frantic.
If i m cotton, call him the fabric.
His love is unconditional.
He treats me like i m diety and he is devotional.
Between us, I am freak and he is rational.
Our bond is all together conventional.
I am hopeless lover.
He does not know this,
Thou' dont blow my cover.
©Geet Sunendra
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