Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Beautiful Stranger

Your eyes trailed my shadow as I entered the room

I walked without a heed straight to be loom

 

I had my gulps and you had yours

Separate index but there was a force

 

Drawn to your presence I was magnetized

Risk of pride rolled like a dice

 

Banter was exchanged by our sounds

With pranks and laughs we shared common grounds

 

You adored my voice and my witty charm

The moment was faultless, spicy without a harm

 

With hope, faith and a thousand smiles we left the noisy corner

If it’s meant to be we will meet again… my Beautiful Stranger

2 comments:

  1. If she is meant to be yours, she will be yours. But in the meantime, enjoy life to the fullest.

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