Queen and a Pauper

Oh the queen of my dreams,
Don't be so kind on this pauper.
The old man tells me of you,
She is the wind, you can't stop her.

the other day you smiled and said thank you,
I swear it melted even this tough stone,
Awaiting a few words or to hear your angelic voice,
I keep glancing at my phone.

Everything you do or say,
seems an act of perfection,
Even the heavens speak,
speak of your affection.

Sitting below the Banyan tree,
Of you I was as always thinking.
Every second spent thinking of you,
In your love I was even more sinking.

I turned to my past, my teacher till now,
asking, with this, how should I go about?
You know if I take a step ahead what happens,
how do i get rid of this never ending doubt...