Beggars and horses

You may think me a wild dreamer

and you would have labelled me rightly

this one thing i did,was always to think about her

She swayed me with every move of her waistline

and at every sashay,my eyes were fixed attentively

Oh! How i longed to have her even for a moment

They say, if wishes were horses,beggars would ride

I'm convinced,if my thoughts meant much

then someday she'd be my bride

for the rest of our lives

her hears tingling as i serenade her

with my spanish guitar,while we live happily ever after

I am not a beggar,but this one thing i so much wish

That the heavens intercede on my behalf

and get one of theirs to be my my better half