Romantic Sight Poem by Nithin Jacob

This piece in C Sharp poked my feelings
Questions about the present & future
Her house was some miles from here
A flower, cherished for ages...
When heaven poured & sky cried,
Unknowingly getting drenched
I read her lips, touched her soul
My dreams replaced desires...
Still remember the days she peeped,
Through a little window which was,
On the way to our town...
Her house was on the way to the town.....
Oh! its time for us to go from here
Did i ever tell her that i loved her?
Shall i run to her, show my heart?
Well, i didnt find anybody peeping from that window
I know nothing about her
She must be smiling, some where in a cold shell
The scenes which we acted remained...
history in my little diary...& each day is a history...