21 Oct 2022 It Is

They saw each other,
For the first time.
She saw an angel,
For the first time.

Locked eyes and they smiled,
That few second of stare,
Was a life.

The day when she met him,
Was the day when she,
Went on heaven to swim.

His hands locked so well
In her hands,
As like he was the boy
Of her brand.

And her body fitted so well
In his arms,
As like she was born
To be his charm.

His tiny eyes and his smile
And his love and his good deeds,
Cannot be spelled.
She's in love, with his every cell.

In the end she will say,
It's so good to write 'bout him.
As he is the God,
And this is the hymn.

It was his birthday,
But it became her day too.
All she could say to him is
   "I love you".
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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