It\'s a crime you look like a dream,
You embody all things that I love.
In a shadow of your tiniest beam
I geel as if I live on clouds.
It\'s unfair you came at wrong time ...
I again jubilee without hopes.
I will not kiss you, or call you mine,
I\'ll prepare to cut off the ropes.
It\'s a sin that I want all of you,
Without having the right to explore.
In your presence my soul melts like snow
And I wrapping up in your mild voice.
All I can is to beg you:\" Don\'t go\"
I have never been that much rejoiced.
I consider it as a misconstrue,
Yet and still I can\'t say I deplore.
It\'s a bliss I can talk to you daily
Amidst juggling incalculable chores.
If not love, ehat should be prevailing?
It\'s the only omnipotent force.