You are bautiful...

A sanguinely written poem... Lemme know how it is

It is not the words you say,

but the way you say them.

It is not the songs you sing, but your voice.

It is not the smile you bring, but your poise.

It is not the times we spent, but the ones we didn't.

It is not the places we went, but the ones we didn't.

It is not the things we did, but the ones we missed.

It is not the dance we danced, but the ones I dreamed.

There are,

just so many of these things.

That I wanted to do along with you.

And there will always be,

that regret, that remorse,

that I was not the one for you.

I learn to adapt, I will

at workplace, or otherwise.

But this one feeling, Love,

I just could not improvise.

For I sit or I stand,

I move or I sleep.

It is YOU whom I see,

Your memories that I keep.

And I do say this now, that I'll be fine.

But I will always be there, secretly hoping you're MINE.

Author's Note

Lemme know how it is...