Thou knowest not the secret longing on thine heart,

Me thinks you betwixt the eyes to judge my countenance.

Thou art worthy of thy caste and creed to make thy life a friend forever,

Thou has’t created an experience beyond comprehension of normal people.

Thou hast proven to us that thy heart is still pure and clean,

But thy body was abused by wretched spirits of evil that rulest the land.

Rise up and give thyself the chance to experience the greatest of happiness,

This world is now bowing to this greatest open book created by thou in this time.

For some are born great, some become great and some have greatness thrust upon them, 

Others are humble and meek but reserve their greatness to ones who deserve to know them.

Thou has proven to be the latter and are now chosen to be thy King in reality,

Despite thy visage, type, friendship, habit and mortal frailty that makest thou impure.

Thy soul is still pure and me thinks you are worthy of my mortal love and care till eternity,

Comest to me today in thy form and perform thy art and entrall my presence in thine arms.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) 4th March 2011