The off-season rain pattering on the window of the flower shop,
Showering the blossoms with their utmost care.
In the scene, enters a girl skimming through the daisies.
While giggling with a lady through her hair.
She waves at the lady who takes her leave.
And grins at the at sun peeking in through the clouds.
And turns her gaze to the park crossing the street.
And hear the little munchkins giggle and shout.
She spaces out then,
Thinking about certain brown curls and dimpled smile.
Pondering over his proposal he presented the other day.
To which she answered 'I'll think and reply.'
How it feels to be loved she didn't know
She couldn't answer to his 'I love you.'
She knew that the guy waltzed in her life easily
A position she grants a very few
She didn't know what she wanted
She just knew that the feelings were brand new.
She didn't know about right and wrong.
She just knew, she wasn't approached by anyone the way he pursued.
'Am I in love?'
A voice inside her head asks.
'No I just love the idea of love'
Another voice retorts.
'But is that really so?'
Her heart quietly questions the thoughts.
She breaks out of the reverie,
And held a little white chamomile.
While her thoughts still stays back at certain someone,
With brown curls and dimpled smile.
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Heart Strings
Poetry"Her eyes on moon, And his eyes on her. His hug more warm, Than the warmth of a sweater. Match like them, Like earth and sun. Like tranquility and serendipity, Mingled in one." A collection of poems which conveys different stories about love...
