A change

So I composed this proposal of a poem for someone YOU wouldn't want to know.

All this while I felt so blue
On the leaf of memories, like a suspended dew
Then you came along and my hopes renewed
We were made for each other, it felt so true.

Days passed and I was attracted to you
Each conversation was a story new
My dreams with your presence imbued
And my attraction with each interaction grew.

Out of the many guys there were few
Through whose compliments on cloud nine I flew
I realized with the dawn of emotions devoid of rue
Out of all possible possibilities, I had fallen for you.

So here pauses the story - I fell for you
The dawn of a love story depends on an answer true.

The point here is, this cannot be called a love poem. It isn't. It's something just above the veils of friendship. And for once, the emotions aren't imposing.





I discovered my emotional growth with this something I'd composed just casually.

I'm getting matured through this childish poetry. :D