Her apathetic smile,
Her dimples carefree and wild
Unfazed by judgement,
Not indulged by fear
She is who she is, a woman who loves insincere.
The streaks of blue in her hair will blow your mind,
And thus I stood across the road
Staring feebly with concentration that is hard to find!
The wind picked up and gushed through her hair
She embraced nature and let it fly,
Gleaming like an angel, with a certain flair.
Filled with Humors and brusque with her words,
"Smile a lot" she says, " Nothing it costs!"
Incorrect yet correct,
Perfected imperfection,
Maybe she is just a part of fiction..
Or,
Maybe she is very much real.
All said and done,
she makes my soul burn
When I'm with her, all my miseries fade..
And you'll find infinite happiness prevail
Her every "Hi " makes an eternity go by,
And I simply shut my eyes and sigh
for this is just my idea..
My Idea of her.
