Sometimes she visits <br />leaves mind no traces <br />sometimes she lingers <br />for long <br /> <br />Sometimes her spirit <br />quickly vanishes <br />sometimes she stays <br />like a song! <br /> <br />Sometimes she dresses <br />real too fast <br />sometimes her clothes <br />she not finds <br /> <br />Sometimes she presses <br />for her fill of lust <br />sometimes she messes <br />my mind! <br /> <br />Sometimes her eyes <br />upon mine stay <br />sometimes her cries <br />look away <br /> <br />Sometimes her smile <br />showers like rain <br />sometimes they rile <br />cause me pain! <br /> <br />Sometimes her hands <br />cling to me tight <br />sometimes like sands <br />drift away <br /> <br />Sometimes her lands <br />are hazy and grey <br />she seems remote <br />far away! <br /> <br />Yet she ever makes me feel <br />she loves me upon her sight <br />me her heart always wills <br />all of the day and night!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/without-her-knowing-it/
