Oh My Love!

Indeed, It's a mystique smile
Everyday as I walk the mile
Alongside your cottage on the scenic isle.

Looking at your glowing self, time just flies
Striking fire from my captivated eyes
As my mouth emits faint yet sweet sighs.

You always appear gorgeous in the red,
But, I know not whether you are glad or sad;
Nonetheless, you have made me mad.

They say that your father is a potter,
So, someday I'll come to your house to ask for water
And rob your parents of a charming daughter.

Then, the world can only watch us carve
A beautiful image of our Love.

(written during my college days many years ago)