Stages of love 1

How come I hear you in songs?

Being cool and in with the beat,

 Waltzing and Whistling,

And even Clapping your hands for me to dance,

When you request me for a date,

in between your lines,

And Call me when the breeze flows uninterrupted,

 and it shimmies with my hair.

How come I see you dress  adjusted?

From blue jeans and T-shirt,

To a suited dancing groom,

You say you know very little

But What is this charm?

What black magic is this??

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy this poem.
"You say you know very little
But What is this charm?
What black magic is this??"
Black magic or not. When love is near. We know happiness. Thank you Sharma for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote