I stepped into your heart through love,
Your little ferns shrink to my touch
I am hoping my feelings safely locked inside
So when you slowly reopen, I could deposit more.
The charm of your sweet little ferns
Deep inside my heart burns
And though the thorn pricks
It enhances the bond between us.
Beauty of sweet pain of longing
In your presence to me belong
So, although you are touch-me-not,
To touch you means to me a lot.
~ Venkatesh Raghava