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
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