HER

It was a chilly night, and the night was still in it's youth.
The breeze was so humble and kind.
Providing so much comfort and a sweet whistling melody.
And verily I was wondering around unawares of what destiny had this time to my surprise.
Much oblivious to the accident that befell me, or was it a plot of coincidence set-up by God... I knew not.
I saw you from afar like a how a fisherman sees a good catch.
The new moon was shedding its luminance just right above you, your face is a profound luster.
And the night terrain revealed your brilliance in exquisite detail.
The darkness of your hair blending with depths of the night.
As if already prepared to amaze me, I love pony-tails.
And those big round ear-rings clanging as though they were the keys to my heart.
O my word!!! what a perfect picture? Mona Lisa must be jealous.
And for a moment, I lost all my senses but sight.
My eyes were transfixed, locked unto one gorgeous aura.
Everything else was blur, in my blindside... but you, in a sharp focus... I needn't a camera lens.
I was deaf at an instance, because everything else was a meaningless irrelevance.
And there, a whole world was standing before me in a sleek dress.
A dress that portrayed modesty in a stylish form so humble.
I wonder how a maiden could snatch attention with so much ease.
And Even if you bolted away with it, I'd still be struck enough.
Incapable of screaming and triggering a burglar alarm.
I just stood there charmed but consciously appreciative of such fineness.
I couldn't tell if you pulled a magic trick.
I didn't see you chant nor swing a magic wand though.
And as You approached my direction in a slow strut.
Time was relative, the whole moment was in slow motion, and minutes were micro-seconds
your carefully defined steps synchronized along with my heartbeat.
Your musk, would summon anyone from afar, like an expensive cologne from the heart of Paris.
I must argue that no daughter of eve must have privilege to such immense beauty.
Your eyeballs are so poisonous, gazing into them kills me.
And I must agree that you don't need a crown, a throne, a string of pearls, diamonds and a posh cloak to be a queen.
And i wonder; How do you manage to look in the mirror and still escape suicide?
And your smile? very infectious
I could be sick all day reminiscing.
And yet no pills would be able to relieve me.
I wondered; what the hell was happening to me?
Verily, i was lost in so much nervousness.
And when you finally moved your lips to speak to me...
... my alarm rang, and i woke up.
It was all a dream.
A dream I'm still chasing in reality.