When I saw her for first time
Perfectly planned as poetry rhyme
A picture in painter’s mind:
Smile like, blossom of summer
Eyes challenge beauty of pearl,
Her hair gives fragrance to air
Full of sensation, love and care.
This time I look her with intention,
To be mine, she was born
A gal and best companion
Successful quest of my life
Someone who feels like wife
For last time our gaze meet
She feels like endless street;
Full of mystery, hope and fear
Mending wall between my career
Desert mirage for thirsty camel
Wonderful gal yet, a typical female
Again, I recall that first time
Yes, the picture in painter’s mind.
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