There's something bout her, a serene trace,
In the quiet of the classroom, behind her mask's embrace,
I glimpsed the spark in her eyes, a hidden grace.
Her mystery was whispered, a tale none had traced,
Yet her face lived in my mind, perfectly encased.
I admired her in silence, as moments would pass,
Sketching her image, as through time it would last.
Her lips, her cheeks, though hidden from sight,
I knew every contour, both day and night.
They asked if I'd seen her, if I knew her face,
I smiled and denied, my heart kept its pace.
For her mystery was ours, a bond deep and true,
Her face in my memory, a cherished view.
In every line, in every shade I drew,
Her essence captured, a love she never knew.
The mask she wore, a barrier for the world to see,
But in my sketches, she was always free.
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Something Bout Her: Poems of Love
PoetryIn "Something Bout Her: Poems of Love," Ayush paints a heartfelt collection where each poem begins with the phrase "There's something Bout Her." These verses delicately explore moments of admiration and affection, where everyday encounters with her...
