CONFUSED

Hath known to me well,
Neither a lover nor a foe,
Yet hath wait to my heart, eye, mind n soul,
To have glimpses of thy placid presence.

Hath asked many a time,
Not only mad heart
Impatient soul, gazing eye and broken breath,
What is it in between us?

Left me in pleasing pain as if on thorns of blood,
A reverberating sound hits hard,
Hark! O’ye beautiful dame,
It’s love, It’s love,

Hardly matters who will say,
Yet incomprehensible to thy mad heart,
Hark thy beat with care and caution,
Thy every living breath sayeth in novel way,
It’s love thy heart have for him!