A token of love!

The more you talk to me,
the more you seem closer,
the more I fall for you,
I feel great to be a loser.

The more you look at me,
the more I get pretty,
Your love and wholly your love,
makes me write this ditty.

The more I start thinking about you,
I feel happier than ever,
if there is something that I like the most,
It is to get you forever.

To tell you all this,
I reach your doorstep.
These inner feelings however,
never leave my lowerlip.

A day would come,
and you will know all this,
It is then you will get to know,
What on earth you did really miss.

I keep on counting days,
for that special day to come,
That day is truely promising,
for a loving heart which has been so numb.