In seeking of love,
Some follow the heart,
Filling with kindness, openness, scarifice is a 'must',
Beauty, riches, status are not in his wish,
Arrogance, shrewdness, narrow-mindedness are out of the list,
One day, he saw a girl at a bus-stand,
To her attraction, he could not withstand,
At her, his eyes fixed, gazed and stared,
He wanted to be close and near,
His heart started to pace,
Like running the 100 meter race,
The next day, she was there at the same place,
He approached her in a daze,
He thought he was bold,
But his hands were clammy and cold,
With emotion in total jitter,
'Hi, how are you, 'said in stutter,
Though she looked blush and shy,
He saw 'yes, yes.'in her eye,
He was sure 'my love, you are mine.'
They knew each other since then,
Becoming good friends,
Smooth conversation followed without end,
He knew his heart had been stolen,
Being together felt like in heaven,
After a lovely and sweet courtship,
He had won not only her first ever kiss,
But also her beautiful hand,
Which he would hold until his life ends,
Their hearts were welded with an iron chain,
They never thought of personal gain,
Because their love never originated from the brain.
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