Secret Love

Her love for me, Was as vast as a sea. Many a time, she invited me To her abode, for a cup of tea! When I was sick in bed, And was found almost dead; She nursed me day and night, My head in her lap, with delight! When I was buried deep in debts, She rescued me from public’s threats. Liked walking with me arm in arm; And tried to enthrall me by her charm! Unasked, she attended to my every need, Her feelings for me, I couldn’t read. For my love, a silent plea, In her eyes, I couldn’t see. She dared not tell her love to me; The fault was also mine; I do agree. For not getting down on my knee, I couldn't become her 'Shri'*! Does secret love ever succeed? It ends in failure in deed!! Note: ‘Shri’* (India) a polite form of address equivalent to the English ‘Mr’.