BLOSSOM

I have a neighbour of mine,
A wonderful flower…..named Blossom.
She is so beautifully fine,
That I cant hold my eyes often.

Planted beside me,
Just a year ago,
And I pray to Him,
Never away does she go.

She is just the way,
As she was then,
As bright and free with colour,
As she has always been.

Our likes do always match,
But our lines we do not catch,
Yet still we remain attached,
As we possess a key to the latch,
And here, Confusion plays the PERFECT patch.

Friends as great we've ever been,
Days of sorrow and happiness we've together seen,
To each other we are so free,
As ago and ever we'll always be,
In happiness, sadness, gloom & glee.

She loves to learn,
She loves to play.
Living life,
As it comes and goes away.

Many a times winds blow,
Bending us apart and pushing away,
But she's strong to endure,
And keeps the fall at a distant bay.

We know we love,
The way we confuse.
Yet with lots of affection ,
Are Our hearts profuse.


Deeply do I thank HIM,
Who brought to me such a friend,
Do I also wish,
Ever in life, does she never bend.

Sometimes I feel that she too likes me,
The way she smiles and expresses to me,
But still am unsure,
If she actually likes me,
May be she awaits first initiative by me.

For confession of my love,
Courage I hardly need,
For our friendship's close and strong,
Enough to make us feel.

I can let her know,
I don't even fear if away from me will she go,
For smart and practical is she much and so,
That won't she leave this friend,
For the love to her I show.

We are way ahead closer,
Beyond as much we could have been as lover.
But the excitement of and in love,
From everything stays far above.

But do I also think,
That if further do we go,
Then what would happen to our link
For eagerness & misunderstandings in us will in future never show.

Of her likeness am "quite" unsure,
Of her friendly fondness am damn sure.
Should I tell her,
Or should I wait for her,
The answer to all I can't procure.
But amongst it all, it's all for sure,
My affection for her I can't endure.

Yet still doesn't matter to me,
Who first comes to confess,
Only that matters to me,
Is that I like this princess.

But still I wish,
If she comes to tell.
As always do I wish,
That the sweety for whom I fell,
Has the unconventional sweetness,
Unlike others who wait for their guys to confess.

How badly do I wait for her,
Waiting to see those sweet smiles she wears,
Is something that I will never,
Let it show to her.

Yet together we are so close,
We are so good.
We talk as if,
Never again we would.

When turns to me does she,
We talk and not just speak,
Such is our friendship,
That I know would never go weak.

Her attitude deserves a big applause,
For the fragrance she spreads without a clause.

With me she loves playin possum,
With support and warmth is filled her bosom,
And this beautiful flower is nothing but…..awesome,
She is my sweet li'l blossom...................