THINGS REMAIN UNREAD!

You tread this way everyday

I often meet you on your way

In silence we speak together

Feelings said but a few unsaid

With a little shyness in your eyes

And cherubic smile on your lips

Some haughtiness in loving ire

The butterfly and flower can't play 

You must have penned those thoughts 

Might have torn them apart many a time

You're bashful in front of your friends

Things of two hearts remain unread.