I Loved Him First

It was a hot summers day, an Indian late September. At first he did not catch my eye, nor did I notice his eyes. It was not till I had fallen, I saw his halo shine. He wrapped me with his wings, lifted my dead less body from the ground. His 'kiss of life', kissed me alive, that was the first time, I felt the magic in his eyes. His smile enlightened a buzz withing my heart, which still vibrates to his voice. His love is like the wind, it cannot be seen, but it can be felt. All those who came before me, and those who may come in the future, will never see him like I do, nor understand his ways. Yet I know: he will never be my Jannu, I know his heart has another, but I saw him first, I felt him first, I loved him first.