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Growing out of childish pranks, With the storm and stress of turbulent teens, I locked within my mind’s cupboard, A portrait vaguely sketched, but never finished. Rough it was, though fancifully done, The silhouette of a masculine figure, The Gallant who would reach one day, To hold my hand and own me his. Had no inkling who he would be, Yet had fallen in love with that phantasmal figure, He had dazzling eyes and sturdy limbs, With striking features, ravishing to view, Elusive ever to sight and touch, He remained an enigma, abstract to grasp. At times his contours grew distinct, But soon blanched out into hazy lines, Sometimes when a covert devouring look, Or a pair of intent adoring eyes, Sent a thrill down my fickle heart, I forced open my chestnut draw, And took out stealthily that half-done sketch, Hidden out from the world’s staring glance, To alter the features one by one, And make it resemble the man I met, Either within a moving train, Or sometimes in an elite gang, Who derailed my thoughts in a pensive mood, And tickled my fancy to heave and sigh. He made me turn and toss in bed, And left me, many a sleepless night, He stroked my heart with gladdening ache, And made me lose in sweet reverie. In the nick of time, he solemnly came, To hold my hand and tie the knot, With a pounding heart and quivering breath, I found him different from the man I dreamt. The fabulous fabric in my loom, Looked at variance from the one unfurled, Transfixed between fact and fallacy, I struggled to hide a falling tear. Time marched on in silent haste, And I learned to outgrow my childish whims, Sagacity dawned with passing age, Making me discern the real from the sham. It made me admire his sanguine self. On fathomed deep beyond external mien, I saw him unveiled in taintless worth, That made my heart pine in love. Piecing together our halved selves, With the glue of love, our identities merged, Now he is with me in my blues, Consoling me with his balmy touch, He is with me in my joy, Making it resonant with a hearty laugh, He is there when storms rage, Whispering in my ear, not to fear, He taught me how to savor life, To meet the slings with radiant cheer, Now the image is etched deep, Never to erase, nor to revise, And the old portrait locked within, Grew so musty, bereft of use, In its place, I keep within His indelible print that he reigns supreme, An invincible king in my inner sanctum!

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Growing out of childish pranks, With the storm and stress of turbulent teens, I locked within my mind’s cupboard, A portrait vaguely sketched, but never finished. Rough it was, though fancifully done, The silhouette of a masculine figure, The Gallant who would reach one day, To hold my hand and own me his. Had no inkling who he would be, Yet had fallen in love with that phantasmal figure, He had dazzling eyes and sturdy limbs, With striking features, ravishing to view, Elusive ever to sight and touch, He remained an enigma, abstract to grasp. At times his contours grew distinct, But soon blanched out into hazy lines, Sometimes when a covert devouring look, Or a pair of intent adoring eyes, Sent a thrill down my fickle heart, I forced open my chestnut draw, And took out stealthily that half-done sketch, Hidden out from the world’s staring glance, To alter the features one by one, And make it resemble the man I met, Either within a moving train, Or sometimes in an elite gang, Who derailed my thoughts in a pensive mood, And tickled my fancy to heave and sigh. He made me turn and toss in bed, And left me, many a sleepless night, He stroked my heart with gladdening ache, And made me lose in sweet reverie. In the nick of time, he solemnly came, To hold my hand and tie the knot, With a pounding heart and quivering breath, I found him different from the man I dreamt. The fabulous fabric in my loom, Looked at variance from the one unfurled, Transfixed between fact and fallacy, I struggled to hide a falling tear. Time marched on in silent haste, And I learned to outgrow my childish whims, Sagacity dawned with passing age, Making me discern the real from the sham. It made me admire his sanguine self. On fathomed deep beyond external mien, I saw him unveiled in taintless worth, That made my heart pine in love. Piecing together our halved selves, With the glue of love, our identities merged, Now he is with me in my blues, Consoling me with his balmy touch, He is with me in my joy, Making it resonant with a hearty laugh, He is there when storms rage, Whispering in my ear, not to fear, He taught me how to savor life, To meet the slings with radiant cheer, Now the image is etched deep, Never to erase, nor to revise, And the old portrait locked within, Grew so musty, bereft of use, In its place, I keep within His indelible print that he reigns supreme, An invincible king in my inner sanctum!