Love Poem: King's Sword

King's Sword


I just dropped off the bus,
She was crossing the road from
The other side,
Just what is that,
My mind whispered,
Let me get closer and witness
This rare gem.

She walked with rare ease and care
She had been lectured to be like that,
She knew eyes were staring
She was careless about it,
She was used to it,
Little did she know I was stuck
On that beauty of hers.

"I have been following you
From the bus station"
I said,
"Just what do you want?"
She laughed.
"May I please have your digits,
I love your style"

And suddenly I had the King's Sword
Right in my hands.