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.