The
eyes of the girl
Who
joined me for a play
In
the childhood one day,
Were
lovely.
Pretty,
I said, as you look,
Charming,
I called as I stood
Close
to her holding her hand
Looking
not in the eyes,
But
on the sand ‘
That
spread far and wide
In
a wide gulf
That
looked more of a gap
Swallowing
the sap of couraae,
I
tried to utter a three letter syntax
I
love you.
She
said, not blushing, nor feeling shy
Stupid,
this is not the time
To
such things
that
sound more premature
than
the time
when
the maturity comes of age
the
heart gets to forget to throb
the
day misses the sun
the
night the moon
the
sky the stars
air,
the wind
the
water that becomes more turbulent
than
docile
the
clouds more thunderous
the
lightening more striking
I
wait for the moment
When
she turns to me
Again
To
listen my prankish words
I
love you
I
love your eyes
The
beauty they say
Lies
in the eyes of beholder
Thanks
She
says and slips through crowds.
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