The day arrived and the distance neared,
For the first time, he feared.
Meeting her for the first time,
The bell rang like a chime.
“Already late, keeping her wait!”,he whined,
Will she hate ?” the clock ticked nine!
He hustled in the crowd using his might,
He wanted to see her smile throughout the night.
With jaded yet anxious eyes he went,
She was furious with her a tinge of rufescent.
He touched his ears with his thumbs near,
She pulled his arms and wiped his tear.
For the first time with his throat clear,
He constantly asked her, “Are you for real?”
The zephyr waved her hair – silky and frizzy,
He was glued to her black sloe eyes – he was so busy.
She had the bindi placed perfectly on her temple,
For you, she giggled with the slightest dimple.
She confined her smile within her tiny cheeks,
When he darted his eyes on her comely eyes.
She held his palms with her gossamer fingers,
He gripped them entangled without any linger.
When she smiled, her soul, her lips, her eyes followed,
That melted his stern wall of sorrow and made him wallow.
They wanted was to make the clock stand still,
Not wanting to bid a goodbye till.
It was 9:46 pm, when she had the last sip of tea,
I need to rush or the landlord will not heed my plea.
She hugged him tight, leaving him memories for the night,
Bid him goodbye, with pictures of them in skylight.