No, I don’t love her,
Beading pearls of talks,
Dreaming late night walks,
Picturing her in a slate with colourful chalks,
Hating everyone who for my love, mocks,
Waiting for her text till the time clocks,
Hiding her feeling in my heart with locks,
Wishing that some day,
To the door of my heart,
But heyy, I don’t love her.
I really really don’t love her a lot.