I Wonder If You

I just wonder... If you would have loved me if you had not read the imperfect sonnet that I wrote for you in a piece of paper adorning it with petals of roses: my first scribble of love to you If you would have heard the jingles of the anklets of my mind when she enacted with graceful moves and expressed her yearnings for her beloved in the performance of Bharatanatyam: if I hadn't scribbled them to you my longings...in words If you could read the lyrics of a special song hidden in my heart that I am yet to pen and tune to music to sing it for you whenever I meet you: if I do not likely get a chance to compose and sing my verses of devotion for you If you could figure out the meaning of the empty lines in-between in the stanzas of a poem I phrased in the diary of my mind's memoirs if you happen to read them. And if you figure out, will you try to fill those lines up... if my mourning muse never wishes to fill them with her gloomy grey ink? ...I just wonder