Beautiful
Beautiful
I have not met him, but got opportunity
to assess his outlooks in serenity,
overwhelmed, to find like-minded personality.
I sank into depth of his thought.
By charms of his mind, I was caught.
My heart was flooded, but blood to clot.
Mental age or set-up was similar,
But he was too much younger.
A ridiculous happening however.
I was alarmed, I refrained
I became alert, I restrained.
Feelings became easy, not strained.
I was enchanted, it was not an affair,
Yet truly beautiful, to declare:
In my last phase I was in glare.
Neither physical, nor visual purely mental
Interaction was absolutely incidental,
Few drops of ecstasy on rose petal.
07/04/16
'All Yours (Feb 21 ) Contest by Brian Strand
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2016
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