Poem: "But still we can’t call her a homicide"

There the beautiful Girl does reside
Whose picture in my heart, I hide
Stabs me with her graceful eyes
But still we can’t call her a homicide

Me trying to attract
The Lady whose lips are red
Alive I become dead
When we have an eye contact

You are the points making my line

Without words, How can I rhyme

I wish, You were only mine

All the I think, All the time

Waseem Ansari