Those beautiful words said through your eyes,
Without making any belies.
Saw unmingled and purity there,
My heart didn't stop me to beware.
Without alcohol you made me alcoholic,
Your soft touch have become symbolic.
Which defines the affection,
Made up of confection.
Don't know how you become the theme of my every story,
Which starts and ends with your glory.
Let us dance on our story's love song,
At the end we will go there where we both belong.
- Nidhi Nanda