Oh ,prince ambrosial charmer,
you breezed into my heart ,
past a pass, nay a courtesy to inquire,
before you invade my friable heart……
shattering the resistances I casted with years,
by mere brandishing of that deep penetrating stare.
That six foot perhaps more stature,
those strong muscled frame which I catch a glimpse
even from your celestial shadow..
Your pride and conceit must have shoved me away,
But miraculously I stand here drooling at you all over,
losing sanity ,I cinch cretinously contrast to my phrenic self…
Cant you feel the same, the dynamics ,the sparks ,that erupt at our mere touch.
Why do you do this to me,my alluring charmer ..
Can’t you notice my urge behind my eyes?
that magical chord that connects us…
you were my spell…my knight,….why don’t you see my pain??
I endure the longing ,hidden in my smile,
silhouetted by your charm,
Your stare never held indifference,but a strange weird trance
where our eyes end up locked,
your voice wasn’t anywhere hoydenish,
but true embodiment of the man you are
remained a canticle to my pathetic self.
you weren’t a love lorn teenager,
nor was I in hunt of a charmer who can sweep me off the floor.
But now I end up questioning my resolve
how it failed pathetically to chuck you out
before you infected my fragile heart.
I perish wondering if it was all a dream.
Or if the heavens in our favour ,
your hands would ever hold me again.
If my head can rest on your shoulders ever again.