Here's a story.. of a criminal...
The love for her made him crazy
She'd made a difference
The others were eye candies
But she, yes made a difference
He'd stare at her as she talked
Hoping she'd never notice it at all
All that love for her in his eyes
And she laughed back too
Glad of the attention
That her laughter gathered..
She was highly fond of him, yes
But was that any more, she doubted!
He'd think on about her
And observed her well enough
To get her thoughts and speak them out
That'd enchant her just like the magician
Putting out rabbits from the hat
She'd ask him to hop
And hop he would..
without a reason really !
She'd wait on for his call
And would bother if he wouldn't talk
She wouldn't accept that,
but her fondness grew steadier by the day
And even more by the night
He spoke to her veery minute
of the day that he could steal
And she blushed and flushed
everytime that happened
She started loving his tone
The tender way in which
He called out her name
But was too proud to speak that out
But it mattered more to her
that she cared to accept
He got a bag for her
And wanted to surprise her so
But his innocent fondness
Still made him tell her that..
And this impatience made her blush
It'd all been contained and unspoken
Until a night of alcohol
Spilt it all out
And things changed as never before
He openly accepted what he felt
But she was still afraid
Because she didn't know if it was
Fondness, complulsion, desperation or love
She never committed anything to him
Out of fear of wronging him
She knew how much he felt for her
And so did she care..
But still scared to go ahead..
But he made her comfortable
Made her bask in his love
Made her easy as never before
She could see herself warming to him
But her question to herself
was yet unanswered
She knew not the answer
But he knew her so well..
And he knew what it was
And hoped against hope
And out she went
To know the answer
She faced her fears and found them right through
And she hugged them, facing her conscience
Then shamefully hung her head
Down in front of him
Wronged him she had,
Or had she?
Yet lie low she must
For he only loved her
more and more..
She felt bad, but was proud to show so
Hence she hurt him, hoping he'd slow
Hurt he was, but love couldn't go..
He loved her more as she felt guilty
Of liking him first and walking off next
But if that was right,
what else could she do?
It hurt her to face him
But she'd liked him true, and felt responsible
Would never have had faced him,
Had she not felt so !
The criminal, my friends..
Was it he or she?
My high head down in shame unfortunately,
That criminal was Me.
