Look
look at those pure black flame
silently flirting with the intangible air
swinging around the ear
as if they were making her lips the aim
and there it falls again
a free feather dancing in air
and i asked myself
again and again,
am i worthy to make her my mate.
and she takes another step
and her eyes looked upon me
a one time feeling
though it occurred many times with me
ho! those flickering eyes, purely reflected me
telling me again and again
your not supposed to know how i feel?
her eyebrows fell down pampering the lower lid
protected by the bordered rune
with color of a night without the moon
and i asked my self again and again
am i worthy enough to make her my mate
i tried to reach near her
but, bloody shy of mine stopped me
thinking about possibilities before entering the battlefield
was the only good strategy
suddenly
a man with a utmost grace
countered me,
i bought my scowl look, as his shoulder touched my cheek
but it started to contract, as he was a gentlemen
whom, i was not worthy to speak
but my heart dropped, when i realized
his path was towards the rose, whom i seen
and i said to my self again and again
i am not worthy to make her my mate
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