Your admirer

I wish... I could sing,

make your heart ring,

to the passion burning,

conveyed through the strings...

That I am your fervent admirer! 

Yet, my nervous voice break,

missing notes, as it shakes,

word fails, I get wreaked,

when I tried to communicate...

For, I am too tired. 

I wish... I could dance,

if you give me a chance, 

sign of blooming romance, 

put me in a trance...

And take me higher. 

Yet, it was just a game,

too shallow, was your frame,

treating me with pity & shame,

I was myself to be blamed...

To follow my desires. 

I wish... I could paint,

truth of realities hidden,

but I was guilty, had regrets,

for, I too was no saint...

So I remained, your admirer.