Who is she,
She,
Smilingly,
Asks me.
Who is she,
The mystery lady,
For whose eyes
You compose
Your love poems,
Day and night?
Who is she
The goddess
Of your rhyme,
For whom
You present
Your offerings,
Every day,
With joy,
And pride?
Is she pretty
Like me?
Does she have
A witty mind,
Like mine?
Does she deserve
Your gift,
And your heart?
Is she worthy
Of your words,
And your rhyme?
Who is she,
The lucky girl
For whom
You burn
Your fingers,
And weave
Your dreams,
All your life?
Who is she,
The girl
For whom
You shed
Your tears,
Like rain,
And beam
Your smiles,
As moon light?
Who is she,
My love poet,
The girl
Of your dream?
Who is she?
Who is she?