Ode to love

A few not so rhyming lines on a very remarkable feeling we all know as Love, something which evades us when we pursue it and sometimes we are even blind to, even on the face of it. The poem below, though crudely scripted, puts across some of most cherished thoughts one nurtures merely hoping his love would be reciprocated some day.....

When will I ask her on a sunlit moon

To come with me for a walk in a moonlit night

But will she say yes?

When will I rest my head on her lap

And she will caresses my hair with her slender fingers

But will she be game for it?

When will I take her on the bike

And I will show her the latest flick

But will she have time for me?

When will I have dinner with her,

And pour my heart out to her,

But will she listen to me?

When will I get to care for her,

And hold her hands and look in her eyes

But will she also care for me?

But will I only think and keep quiet?