Wish

When her thoughts control my fingers on the keyboard,
Night & day, I count the stars in the sky;
This has to stop, atleast for a while.
I need to watch the crooked curve on her pretty face,
called SMILE

Day in & Day out, the pump of the heart
When keenly heard, will tell you a tale,
This has to stop, atleast for a while
It needs to bring that crooked curve on her pretty face,
called SMILE

Ups & downs, the working mind of mine,
Tills every land in sight, keeps it fertile
This has to stop, atleast for a while,
The thoughts there, need to grow on that crooked curve on her pretty face,
called SMILE

Thru Relax & Peril, emotions in me,
Wander Mile & Mile,
These have to stop, atleast for a while,
They need to bring that crooked curve on her pretty face,
called SMILE

You, can call me Nuts, Call me Senile,
Can call me heartsick, Call me Beguile
I just wanna make sure, it should not vanish
That crooked curve on her pretty face,
called SMILE

If the words are badly formed, apologies... There must be some communication gap between my feelings and words typed out of keyboard.