Golden, is the glow of her skin,
Hidden, were my feelings to her,
Forbidden, said instincts to the heart,
Madly, being in the love,
Finally, was a confession made,
Badly, said with sentences as steady the heartbeat was,
Or, was it just a dream,
For, thoughts were always about her,
Sure, there is a chance that its imagination,
But, how can one not remember such event,
Shut, were the memories regarding that confession,
Fought, with the mind to recollect what’s lost,
Time, passed by as battle with mind went on,
There, she was before me with all her glow,
Smile, was on her face while she came close,
Senile, my reflection in her eye glasses,
Bound, to the bed as she feeds me the food,
Should, I ask her why she is feeding old me,
Would, she answer to my questions,
Again, lost in the battle with mind,
Is the glow of her skin, Golden?
Were my feelings to her, Hidden?