Mad Love

Though she is just a silly girl, I love her,
She has a little rustic curl, I love her.
She never said she loved me but I love her,
She does not know I love her but I love her.

Ah! if she says she loves me,Ah! she loves me,
And what if she says so,Ah she says so,
I will say, “ I beg your pardon???”
Though I love her, its true.

What if she says come back to me?
What if she make requests?
But I will never talk to her,
I will try…I’ll try my best.

Since I have left her once for all
Just for my personal craze
I will soon forget her eyes and curl,
I will soon forget her face,

But when I’ll see a butterfly,
Then like a nightingale’
I will cry for her for hours,
My life is a fairy tale.

She’s pretty like Cleopatra,
She is fragrant like jasmine,
She is just a little silly girl,
She is just a little queen.

I have left her though I love her
I love her but for naught,
She does not love me as she thinks,
And it is just because,
I love her, as I love her,
I love her but for naught.

Though she is just a silly girl, I miss her,
She has a little rustic curl, I miss her,
She cares not if I miss her but I miss her,
She does not know I miss her but I miss her