When you kick the ball,
there's a passion I feel.
The moment you raise your both hands,
there's a connection in real.
What I feel for you is something rare.
A feeling someone else just cannot share.
Your smile, your tears, I have seen it all.
Yet there's nothing I find,
which can make me fall.
You're the first man who entered my dreams.
A picture of you is what I always keep.
Others call me crazy, some stupid.
But what I feel is not the game of a cupid.
You're special to me in my own simple way.
And I pray for you night and day :)