Glimpse of feelings desired,
My search could've ended,
I am almost tired..
Before our eyes could meet,
Her soul,
To me did speak..
Joyfully anxious,
We wanted to know,
To where this night would lead..
We amalgamated our thoughts..
She I learnt, had a heart born free..
Our first meeting could be called upon as the ideal Dream..
Where a beautiful heart,
Fits into another,
Like a puzzle piece..
Detached from our bodies,
It compels us..
Forces us to meet..
We know it's wrong..
We know, we don't want 'us' to be..
But how can one stand strong?
When it's Magic, pure Magic that, one sees.
Meeting you was like magic!
The trick is to believe in the illusion,
Don't be rational, let us live in the moment..
When it's time to fly,
We will say 'goodbye',
Don't open your eyes....
It's beautiful enough....your smile. :)
- Abhay Chopra
