No reason

No reason why I admire her so much,
My day starts with her thought,
Each passing second of mine has her in its soul,
She is the only mortar for my lovely wall.

Just few days before wind passing by me asked me
‘Why you still love her?’
When she has already denied you,
I didn’t reply it in real time,
But I took my time to take this call,
And then one fine day when I again met passing wind I replied,
Agreed she has said no,
But that can never be the reason for me to go,
I cannot be part of her life,
But she being thread can add length to my flying kite,
And that’s enough for me.

The fragrance of her love has so much energy,
That without her also life will not be sad soap.