Like The First Time...

[Friends, this is my first attempt in poetry. May have many flaws though. I hope you like this small composition]

The world is far when she's near;
I may lose her, I fear
Bother I shall not about tomorrow;
Until the last day she is dear !

She steals my mind's elation
Ends in a blank expectation
I can't think of tryst,
'cause i fear some seperation !

I pronounce her breeze
takes me over with ease
She's the only one i wanna cease
And suffer this happy disease !

She smiles like a flower;
Stays on my mind every hour
I pray its not fate's conspiracy
Or i may diffuse like any oil-lamp's destiny !

-Priyesh