Now you must be wandering
Without seeing her clearly,
How I labeled her as "beautiful lady"
Then wait, let me explain....
Let's get back to the point
Where she was in my arms...
She felt soft, like a cotton ball
She felt fresh, like a blooming blossom
She smelled, like a costly perfume
She felt like, we had an unknown connection
Yet, she was so fragile, that I wanted to protect her all the time.
After feeling her beside me,
I felt enormous emotions
I wanted to hold her tight
I wanted to smell her all the time
I wanted to feel her with all my might
But most importantly,
I wanted to protect her with my life....
Yet with just
"Thank...you... Sir... "
She greeted her goodbye.....
YOU ARE READING
The Lady & Concrete Fall
PoesieWith a "thund" the concrete was on the floor and, she was in my arm... . . Days passed month ended Years came & gone And I felt as if my love story Will always be on hold.... What happens, if you will meet someone, for whom you were in long sear...
