By Brind Mittal
I, merciless and cruel and wicked-
With a heart of ice, devoid of emotions
Had I ever fathomed such warmth-
And the lush greens of spring
She, an angel in disguise
A blessing, too much for a feind I wondered
Yet, it was still true
Her smile and her laughter
Her warmth her personality
Her face her eyes
She, set my heart on fire
Maybe I am worthy of good I pondered
She changed me to be better
Vows for us to be together
Perhaps forever
By Brind Mittal