Love of Dreams
In cafe, on the table ready for dine
With glasses filled already with wine
I sat on chair and Hilda opposite mine
From window beside her, moon shed some shine
The day stood long to finish pending work in line
To Billy's greet, i replied i am fine
On table some sat some gone
I was feeling all alone
In middle of chaos, clock roared hour of Ten
It sounded like strike of Big Ben
Hilda moved to door on right
I too moved to catch the plight
She was searching for company to home
I knew in past few lanes was her abode
I asked to walk to her door together
She didn't seemed like little to bothered
Yes she said a minute later
I thought of handing her my love letter
Away from faces that were known
I took a path for her unknown
First she swayed a little here and there
So to comfort her i appreciated her beauty, glamour
She was not worried of company of mine
It was the cold breeze that flew half past nine
Soon she gathered her self in a jacket of wool
To keep her away from air so cool
On corner of street unknown, i asked her to stop
It was the letter that was on my palm atop
With all the courage, at such moment fine
In distant balcony, played wind chime
I asked her love with decorated a line
And to be with her, to make her mine
After a long silence that took me by throat
I heard few words she uttered away from abhor
There lay three magical words on her lips
They were like words magician whisper
Uncountable i found stars on that night
All cheering us, in their sight
On the day next on coffee we met
I was carrying for her lily bouquet
Flooded was her cheeks when she saw lily's
Those were her favorite once said me Billy
With every sip of coffee, she little uncovered her life
I found i was there in every time of slice
Time flew as we grew Older
She enjoyed her nap on my shoulder
This little relationship grew stronger
I wished i never had push the glass by brim
It shattered on floor and i woke up from dream
Never i wanted that dream to break
I wished she cooked me a birthday cake
Hard to find she was mine in thoughts
I found a letter which postman brought
Rambled words at start like jittery, It was day stars small and glittery
"Thank you got your jacket, Holding your letter in its pocket
At the bottom was scribbled a word so sinister
Which used by every minister
She asked to meet at cafe we used to dine,
For coffee, if its fine
I bought bouquet of lily,
As it was ling suggested by Billy
Now dream rolled over to real life
And a month later she became my wife
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