poetic thoughts

strange, isn't it?🌷

Strange enough, isn't it?
To fall for someone you didn't initially plan with,
Strange, isn't it?

Talked or replied, twice or thrice,
Was that enough to make him realise
That she's the love of his life,
She heard him call her twice
"Hey! Hey!"
But she didn't reply this time,
Strange, isn't it?

She laughed around cutely,
She listened to every word he said
In a sing-song voice he said,
"Will you not talk to me now?"
She heard him say,
Dazed
She laughed it off,
But couldn't laugh off the butterflies she got,
Strange, isn't it?

He began again,
"Will you not even look at me now?"
His voice lured her almost
But she didn't get lured a lot,
She re-gained her composure back,
And went out of his sight
Fluttering her cute little imaginable wings,
Strange, isn't it?