Untimely love

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.