admiration

At times I stop to think and stall
 
And realise that I’m so small,
 
Near the mountains of Nepal
 
Or the builds of Taj Mahal,
 
Maybe I can’t understand
 
all the wonders of the land,
 
But can sure soothe up my sight
 
And all the books I could rewrite,
 
If I could spend an hour or two
 
Standing still looking at you,
 
Wouldn’t miss out on this chance
 
And could walk from here to France,
 
Just to be into that stance
 
To get a glimpse of your romance.