That I do not want to say, <br />I love you, <br />But it gets said to, <br />The tongue slips and it gets out, <br />I love you, I love you <br />And who will not, say you, like to say, <br />I love you, <br />On seeing you. <br /> <br />God, my God, it is neither my fault <br />Nor that of hers, <br />But the making of yours, <br />You have made her as such, <br />As such that one is bound to fall in love <br />With her <br />And it slips out of, <br />I love you, love you <br />So much <br />That even God too does not know it.<br /><br />Bijay Kant Dubey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-has-given-you-such-a-face-a-god-gifted-face-never-seen-before-really/
