Confessing love
by apoorvmat
Early morning in Amstel Park
When it’s cold and still a bit dark
On the grass – there’s a touch of dew
I’ll confess my love for you
In the tram and on the bus
When life goes on without a fuss
Nothing to mull over – nothing to rue
I’ll confess my love for you
At Pekelhaaring shall we Lunch?
Of Arancinis – just grab a bunch?
With white chocolate cheesecake tasting true
I’ll confess my love for you
Shall we meet at the Rembrandtplein?
Catch a movie at Tuschinski, maybe dine?
With the Three Sisters in view
I’ll confess my love for you
Along Beethovenstraat we could walk
Hold hands, kiss a lot, talk
I will stick to you like glue
I’ll confess my love for you
I love my life with you – bright and free
It’s beautiful – what you do to me
Can I always be next to you?
I confess my love for you
Apoorva in Amsterdam 
Apoorva, this such a nice way to say it. I loved both the poems, the bambii one too.
Also see how the ghazal-esque rhyme scheme is running in the house.you have a nice company 🙂 cheers!
p.s : keep on writing
Thank you sir!