There's something bout her, that makes my heart beat,
In the chemistry lab, my practical complete,
I lingered, seeking moments to steal,
Around her, my heart skipped a beat,
Admiring her grace with fervent zeal.
"Need a hand?" I offered, teasing her friend,
Together they worked, a synchronized pair,
Ignoring the teacher's jests, I'd attend,
Captivated by her, without a care.
I helped her complete tasks, sincere in my aid,
Admiring her skill, every move, every glance,
Teacher's presumptions, a comical charade,
While my thoughts on her, in a love-filled trance.
After practicals, we mocked the teacher's jest, Sharing laughter, as if time could suspend, Though he presumed I admired her friend best, In truth, her charm had me on the mend.
And if you ask why only in labs I'd see, Teachers' rules kept our talks from being free, For in those moments, amidst chemistry's spree, Her presence was all that mattered to me.
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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...
