Drizzling
it was when I spotted that resplendent face,
Amidst
the rain drops her eyes were like of a dace,
Beguiling
was her beauty to believe it existed
Suddenly
everything around started to efface.
She
turned towards me and our eyes met,
Perplexed
I became and started to fret,
Her
face seemed to be illuminating the place
I
inched towards her without any abet.
She
smiled and caressed her wet hair,
Every
movement of her was full of flair,
Her
presence belittled my mere existence
Murky
was the world and she was the glare.
Meekly
I started a little chat with “hi”,
Smiled
she again and the dialogue became spry,
Magical
were her words and engrossed I became
The
rain stopped then and abruptly she said bye.
Bewildered,
I asked if we could meet again,
Smiling
she said, “of course we can”,
“Same
would be the place and blue would be the dress”
“Monday
it would be and on July the fifteen”…. :)
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