I wanna learn till my grave.
In one empty metro,
On one corner seat,
I was delved into my book,
complacent and full of conceit.
As came the next station,
My eyes darted to the gate,
The two beautiful eyes I saw,
I still, don't forget.
When the Sun rises up,
Or the Moon shines bright,
It's you and your thoughts that cross my mind.
What should I call you,
As I want the world to know,
That I fall for you everyday,
Like on Mountains falls snow.
Do not fall in love with a reader,
she will hold on to you till her last breath,
like she beholds her book till its last page;
she will keep you nearest to her heart and walk with you abreast,
she will touch you so gently like she touches her books with caress.