My passion

She would never give up her never
And i became all the more consolidated in my nevertheless.

As all my emotions and feelings sprouted out
in inexhaustible amounts of passion and love for her

As altogether her puerile youth blossoms out like a flower
As unchallenged ,unexplored and vivacious as the eiffel tower

Her mind's perplexed..Her heart bears a bewildered expression
whenever she notices my love,discovers my uncanny passion

To me she seems to be a gene pool of adventure
Reading her thoughts is, dire staits to venture

I have discovered the ecstasies as well as the agony of devotion
To expect the same from her is just like bearing a false notion

I wish I was blessed,and possessed some magical divine potion
So that I could coax her into bearing the same magical emotion.

Still my mind is dichotomized ,one half counselling me to pursue
the other counselling me to forget all the hot emotions I brew

She has become an idee-fixe ,her thoughts a tingling sensation.
Impossible to take her off mind,as she's an accruing obsession.

Her memories are a lifeline , she's my life
Its her thoughts only on which I thrive.

Still the complexities of my brain cajole me to go on hunting for her
Though I know that it has left me exhausted, enervated altogether

But reinvograted with fresh bursts of energy, I am ,thinking about her
My unmanageable passion can make even the stubborn-most stir.

This is all what she is to me and my blind love is to her.............