His pov,
I don't know whether love at first sight
truly exists.
Until I saw her,
and it made my heart ignite.
She walked down the ramp
in her beautiful blue saree,
the fabric of which I wasn't sure of.
But it looked so elegant on her-
The way it flowed in the morning breeze,
while hugging her perfectly by the waist;
The way the silver threads shimmered
in the sunshine;
The way her pallu waved so beautifully,
almost looking like the waves of the sea.
I never knew that nine yards of fabric
could make someone look so mesmerizing.
Her earrings,
adorned with the perfect blue and white stones,
were sparkling with every step she took.
Her bangles,
making the most delightful tinkling
as they struck against one another.
Her hair,
the black wild curls left slightly loose,
to let them flow,
as they turned an amazing brown
under the sunlight.
They would occasionally come over her eyes,
bothering her,
as I stood there, admiring her,
resisting the urge to push them back,
and tuck them behind her ear.
She looked heavenly.
Which is an understatement.
And a tiny mole on her nose,
exactly where a nosepin should be
balancing all of this beauty together.
I stood afar,
adoring her every detail,
silently wishing that she wouldn't notice
my eyes were on her.
But in that exact moment,
her beautiful, black sapphire eyes
met my cinnamon ones.
Under normal circumstances,
I would break the eye contact,
and stare at the ground.
But this time, I just could not get enough of her.
She smiled at me in acknowledgement,
and I could not stop myself from blushing,
until my face looked like a tomato.
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PS: ngl, it WAS kinda weird to describe myself in writing.
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems, from the book- I thought you were mine (in the process of being written by me), and just poems about love. It contains letters, his povs, and just feelings of love. The poems are not in any particular order. I hope you like th...
