Calling the secret lover

You do not know when my heartaches

You do not know my condition, my feelings

My all thinkings belong to you

I just care for you all the time

Even if you are a stranger, you look like my belongings

Is this love? or Can I call it something as love?

You know what the dealing of the heart is also strange

Even the king is poor in front of the feelings

Whenever I take a picture, I get to you

I think about your beauty

I want to keep that beauty in my life forever

Like a lump in the bundle of the poor

Like a precious stone in the shell

I am secretly in love with you

and want to keep this secret for long