When I Fall In Love

I’ve fallen in love multiple times. and I’ll fall in love again. When the stranger plodding around the terrace, woolgathering much like me below a sky that dipped itself in a teasing pink, cast a smile at me, her eyes glimmering against the infant light of the moon, and waved, I fell in love. When the soaring rises of brick and cement, towering gloriously beneath a velvet coat, painted amorously in ochre, gold and auburn like autumn leaves that crackle under my boots, stood there gorgeously amidst the wails of vehicles embellished by the whooshing wind of an unknown sea, I fell in love. When a child of four walked up to me, with expectant eyes twinkling on a suffered visage, his feet so tiny that they more hopped than walked, his clothes tattered and ragged against a skin testimony to endurance and resilience, with hope for light in the folded hollow of his palms-- which light kindled in the bliss that his face beamed when we shared a champ together-- I fell in love. when I hooked on earrings embroidered with pink simply because I love pink on me, worshipped my neck with a silver chain that complemented its subtleties with delicacy yet passion; then painted my lips in a hue near maroon just because I liked the way maroon made me feel confident, and sat on a stool on the desolate balcony, a cup in one hand smelling of caffeine, a pen in another, scribbling in the air till it found words worthy enough to describe this me you us I fell in love again.