My “Hobby Horse”

P.C: Google image

Dear I knew not you love letters

Until I saw in your eyes glitters

You like a marveled antique

Of all those damsels unique

You turned my hobby horse

In the stream of my college course

I caught fire of love soul

Such a love flame like burning coal

I chat you in the name of puppy

For you have a cuteness and beauty

From iron mesh to quilt in between

The closeness has no buffer curtain

You be my fetishism

As for little monk a Buddhism

I call it an obsession

For I feels you mine possession

Not even the greatest love epics have completed

For reasons explained belated

Though rhymes in lines well arrange

The clues of rhyme turned garbage

Words in haste and lines in gallop

I find the meanings hard develop

For heart counts not the poetry

As for heart in place of beauty