Billet Doux

I know you must be a constant recipient of billets doux. 

But my billet-doux is unique and it will never describe my madness for your immortal beauty, it will never give any hint of libidinousness.

Yes, it is true that whenever I see you, my heart beats gallop, happiness from unknown land reaches my lips to become conspicuous.

The mildest touch of yours while taking college notes gives me Platonic romance. 

The words that your ethereal lips drop frequent my night and I sleep hoping you would come in my dreams to shelter me in your arms.

Sometimes daydream allows me to see you preparing scalding coffee, and we sip together in the balcony looking at the rain, exchanging words of love. 

Yes, Oh, my pain reliever, classes become drab without you, practicals in the lab become insipid in your absence. Without you, life will be dreamless and I will be aimless.

Can you sanction my love, 

can you extend our relation from amicable friendship to love ship,

can you come with me to feel the raindrops in the rain and promise me to be my life forever, 

can you come, 

can you come, I am awaiting?