Smashing memories and platonic love

You, I think, in my thinking
That is why, I stopped my discussion with Rudyard Kipling
Hitherto, I am waiting & waiting
When will you come & water in my sapling?
When birds chirp, the earth moves
And the sun rises
 People start jostling in trains & buses
 You, I see, in every marrow masses
 I remember those memories previously smashes
To me, you are not a coquette
 And your never-ending beauty may only be compared to mythological Psyche
 Surely, you can be conferred a degree
 And the title of this degree is "mysterious deity"
So, as long as, the earth moves
And I breathe my last
My love for you will never die and exhaust.