Oh What I would do to know what’s playing in your mind,
What lies behind that naughty smile,
The twinkle in your eyes and the grin combined,
Speak volumes of your playful guile,

Then there are times when you have a forlorn look,
Like some distrait protagonist in a romantic book,
Then suddenly some conversation in the backdrop,
Would bring you right back from your wistful prop,

I wonder sometimes about those moist eyes,
About the many wishes and dreams they try hard to disguise,

I salute the grit and perseverance that you display,
Always keeping dismay and gloom at bay,
I love the mischief and playfulness you demonstrate,
Never once succumbing to your fate…