That I do not want to say,
I love you,
But it gets said to,
The tongue slips and it gets out,
I love you, I love you
And who will not, say you, like to say,
I love you,
On seeing you.

God, my God, it is neither my fault
Nor that of hers,
But the making of yours,
You have made her as such,
As such that one is bound to fall in love
With her
And it slips out of,
I love you, love you
So much
That even God too does not know it.

Bijay Kant Dubey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-has-given-you-such-a-face-a-god-gifted-face-never-seen-before-really/