Heart Beats

My heart beats, as I think of you,

As silent as, falling of the morning dew.

The lotus eyes of yours, I love to stare,

As the matter of fact, I seldom dare.

The pink lips of yours, I adore to kiss,

But I often fear, that I may miss.

Tenderness of your heart, touches my soul,

In the game of love, you are my only goal.

I have seen many, admired few,

Amongst the few, I love you, I love you.