Over the hush of dawn, where whispers weave,
A secret garden in a room,
A crush, tender and shy, takes root,
In the fertile soil of her hopes and dreams.
She sees him walking, like a dream,
A fleeting glimpse, a spark, a gleam,
His smile, a sunrise in her sky,
Brightens her days, makes her heart sigh.
Each morning brings a thrill anew,
Will she see him? What will she do?
Her pulse quickens, her cheeks flush red,
Thoughts of him dance in her head.
In crowded halls, amidst the noise,
Her eyes seek out this cherished boy,
A glance exchanged, her heart takes flight,
A simple look can feel so right.
She watches him with secret glee,
A silent movie, just for she,
Imagines moments yet to be,
Of laughter, whispers, company.
Her friends might tease, they do not see,
The depth of her sweet agony,
For every word he says, each grin,
Ignites a world of hope within.
At night, she dreams of futures fair,
Of holding hands, with tender care,
Of moments shared beneath the stars,
Of conversations without bars.
She writes his name with subtle grace,
On corners of her notes, in space,
Her doodles weave a tale untold,
A crush that's worth its weight in gold.
Her feelings grow with each day's dusk,
A tender fawn upon the lawn,
Fragile, new, yet full of grace,
Her heart's delight, her pulse's race.
The fear of loss, of never known,
The chance of love, a seed that's sown,
These thoughts entwine within her mind,
A bittersweet, delightful bind.
She wonders if he feels the same,
If he too plays this lovely game,
Whether in his heart a whisper grows,
A silent yearning, heaven knows.
For now, she'll cherish every glance,
Each fleeting look, a stolen chance,
To bask in dreams and silent prayers,
In the magic of love's gentle snares.
This feeling, a secret symphony,
Of hope, of love, of mystery,
She dances to its tender tune,
Beneath the stars, beneath the moon.
And though the future's path unknown,
She treasures each soft whispered tone,
With feelings pure, of heartstrings' play,
In the delicate light of day.
In the quiet corners of her heart, it blooms,
A hidden garden, away from gloom,
A crush that colors her world bright,
A sweet, enduring, gentle light.
She wonders while asleep,
In the late hours of night,
Why she have feelings for him,
Is this what every human goes through?
Maybe this is nature of love,
Everyone falls for someone,
Without knowing the actual cause,
This is a sweet symphony within.
The stages of crushing on someone,
First meeting them is like stars aligned,
Then comes the bumping into them everyday part,
And feelings start to grow, dreams take flight.
Like an old school story, pages filled with innocence,
Walking down the hallway, anticipation rising,
Yet only to be masked with mystery and doubts,
Hopes and expectations are far from the truth.
Every aspect of life is special,
Because memories hold stories,
Defied against any odss foght for,
Hence crush is an imaginary love.
Written in the pages of reality but dream,
Birds sing along as if they know the emotions,
Trees sway with the rhythm and laugh,
As if mother nature is well aware of it.
Nothing is nice than recalling the past,
Looking back on moments of life itself,
Every cherished era, every hardship,
Must always be remembered like good old crush.
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Anthology Of Love(Poetry Collection)
PoetryGreetings dear readers! This is my first ever poems book. And um I wrote these all based on my personal experiences. As you may journey through chapters of this book based on my life and events throughout. A little sprinkle of the chapters are ficti...
