"He is my prince charming, In a bodice with straight jaw and muscles so alarming. He can not stand seeing me in pain. In my droughtful life, he is the rain. If i can not have him, life you go to vain. I lost everything, he is my gain. He loves me like no one does. For him, I am gorgeous even with smudge. I am drowning each day, he is my stick. He is the thread of my life oh so frantic. If i m cotton, call him the fabric. His love is unconditional. He treats me like i m diety and he is devotional. Between us, I am freak and he is rational. Our bond is all together conventional. I am hopeless lover. He does not know this, Thou' dont blow my cover. ©Geet Sunendra"