"The Perfect Random Stranger"
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  • Parts 4
  • Time 7m
Ongoing, First published Jul 02, 2014
Dedicated to everyone who's been in love, is in love & the ones who r gonna fall in love.

This is a Poetic Love Story of HIM and HER, read the 3 parts for it to make sense apart from the Metaphors, well U dnt need Continuation for Metaphors to have an impact.

Chapter one: Him - (Read and feel his yearning for Her)

Chapter two: Her - (Feel her plight, hidden dreams and her unexpressed feelings.)

Chapter 3 HIS Courtship - (I have tried to capture the subtle advances "HE" makes as he tries to win her confidence and succeeds too... or not ? :P )

Chapter 4 HER Bliss.. Close your eyes and plunge into Love and celebrate her Love :P

Thank You happy reading, I hope it strikes a chord with you, enjoy.


Disclaimer and Author's note:
This is a fictional poem reflecting my perception, any match with real events or incidents is totally coincidental. It is my original work any copying or republishing of the same without prior permission will not be tolerated.
Kindly respect creative writing a lot off time, passion and effort goes into it.
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