Turn around, you catch a glance of me
Standing there, amidst the ball players
Your eyes are the soul-message conveyors
The ball in the basket
My heart in your casket
Your eyes whispered have we met
Crossed the room, your silhouette
A playful conversation starts
Words and whispers felt like tarts
Eyes like an ocean of beauty
Arms like hysterical dell, made me feel so groovy
A cold peck on my cheeks by you
The butterflies in me escape and flew
The touch of your hand
On my undone hair strands
Took me to a holy place
And that is where I fell for your grace
Your sudden disappearance from my life
Unfulfilled promises felt like a knife
So close, yet so far from me
It is my Redeemer's judgement I believe
Shattered all my hopes and dreams
Happiness within me still delightfully gleam
A thousand Princesses you may find
A thousand Prince Charmings I may find
But you were the one who held me spellbind
This moment shall never come again
Fell in and out of your love-chain
A damsel, a flirt
The strangest fairy-tale of unofficial lovebirds
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