The Plea

I stroll my path towards East,

And I tread my journey towards West,

But I have only an urge to be met;

To be hoarded in the burrows of your heart.

I encountered millions on the journey of my life,

And I slid a glance into thousands,

But so vivid a conclusion have I drawn;

None have the clandestine charm that you do in your eyes.

Now I lay here with a plea to be made,

A wish to be granted,

A dream to be fulfilled;

To be encapsulated in the warmth of your love,

To be sealed inside the boundary of your affection,

And to be trapped inside the cage of your heart for eternity.