With a pretty hand on the sill
She peeped at the rain out
The clouds hovering, the pour still
The window kissed her pout
Her heart beat a bit faster
As her feet tapped in sync
She sang too, in joyous wind
To herself, she gave a wink
It was wonderful to smile again
Smile without reason, that is
To shake off the binding laze
And get lost in rhythm of His
Her electric blue eyes sparkled
As her cherry dress furled
Tea called her, and couch hugged her
As she effortlessly sat and curled
The jet black flicks on the brow
Jumped over and into the tea
Set them aside, thought and blushed
Across the climates, he’s still with me
She thought of his gentle gaze
His polite words, his charming eyes
Interrupted by a ringing phone,
The door too, rang loud and nice
It was he on call, she confused
Of how to open the door
She rejected his call and
Walked across the floor
Irritated to have refused the call
She opened the door and looked to care,
She couldn’t believe, after 7 long years
At last, he was finally there !
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