All my will to detest your view,
My promise to disregard every shade of your hue,
The strenuous look I scorn all this while,
The drawn countenance and the pensive smile,
Every stance I compel my heart to swear by,
Somehow I convince my mind you are a lie.
But all thoughts wrestles down to a painful defeat,
When I see you sauntering down that street.
Even your gentle whisper,
Makes me drop all my guards,
Leaving me awestruck,
Dissolving all spars.
Though I know it is a deceitful smile,
Yet I ignore every impeding rile.
And I stand there spellbound,
Unsure what to do,
Entwine in your quagmire,
Burning in my self instilled rue.