If I could ask you to be mine,
I would be expressing my will and not thine.
I get splattered by your words,
And amused by your glance.
Infact I get mesmerized,
When you smile at my glance.
I wish that you smile,
And make me cross the mile.
For I don't know if I can take the path,
That makes me walk miles and miles,
In reach of the immortal trails,
Of your smiles and my miles.