The Beauty

She smiled demurely at the sight of her Prince Entering the ball as a cynosure of all Akin the sketch of a goddess she stood Her beauty all reckoned was immutable! Though formidable, he seemed so tenuous Lost in a world not known to all the least His head was held down beckoning apathy He walked towards her and joined ceremony With voice so brittle she agreed wholeheartedly And looked up to him eager to hear his part A magical touch he felt hearing her voice for first So soft as a feather aloft and calm as a sea at coast He looked at her at once and Couldn’t resist the thrust of heart To pull her aside and say - That he’s all on her feet forever from now… He was bereft… but the sight of her, Made him forget the past as an interlude! - 11/02/2017