Awe-struck

He gazed at her, mesmerized not just

by her dashing eyes and delicate lips,

he was struck by her daunting yet genuine

manner of talking and the surprising way of

presenting just little about herself amongst

all her ceaseless talking.

She wasn’t just a classy lady, she was

a collection of novels and literature,

she was a cluster of philosophies,

one with exquisite wanderlust.

Years back he was awed watching this simple girl sitting across him,

unravel herself in the most elegant way he’s ever seen,

that he even forgot his usual charms to way in and talk,

And somehow he here is spending the best moments in his life, with her.

 

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. You kill me with your poems. That’s what you do. Believe it or not.

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    1. ManuDS says:

      Thank you! I’m greatly pleased by your comments! 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

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