Win over, my heart.

You

My Sweet butterfly ,

See,

I have opened all my doors and windows of my heart

True love never dies,

Don't be frightened up 

Just sit over my heart 

I am dying 

Flower of the very next dawn,

The winter night will damage all my petals,

Before that,

Suck all my sweetness 

That has been preserved for you 

Since from my budding stage 

Come on dear butterfly 

Just

Sit on my heart 

Before 

The 

chilled winter night ,

Moisture may damage 

Your wings 

Butterfly,

You 

The darling ,

Thy's 

Heavenly gift

For me .

Win-over my heart.

©®Kashyap

 Rayagada,

 Odisha ,India