What was it
That kept me away,
From telling you
The way
I Love You,
When you held
My hands,through those days
I felt expelled
Myself always.
What was it
That kept me away,
From telling you
The way
I Love you,
When your Lips
Conveyed me,
The way You
Did love me.
Today you are
Not just a part of
My life,instead
My life itself.
Still,
What is it,
That keeps me away
From telling you
The way
I LOVE YOU!!
~Abhy~
ROUGH BOOK 