“I know the art, how to win a heart,
Off course, it should be a heart,
That beats on the waves of music,
May be of a maid who is dancing with me,
With a mask on her face,
But the smiling eyes reflect its grace.”
The two were dancing on the dim lighted floor,
In her maiden date she was excited and amazed,
Many times she tried but she could not ask,
To remove the mask and expose his face,
But a wave she felt throughout within her,
She could not understand the change in her.
The happy new year’s night when left for the heaven,
She said to the boy, “My heart is still beating in my bosom,
You could not steal, I’m sorry for your failure.”
The boy too had a mask on his face,
His eyes smiled and replied to her eyes,
“My magic is silent, may conquer the skies.”
“Your heart is with me, I have exchanged the hearts,
Go to your bed room, a fairy will come,
With a maiden dream that will recur many nights,
She will let you show my heart and your name,
Scripted with a note, I love you sweetheart,
And you love me, too, now we cannot depart.”
The boy could not forget that girl,
A few years passed he was now married,
In the wedding night he confessed to the bride,
An innocent fairy in a white bridal dress,
You are not my first love, his story he narrated,
Exactly how it happened, not exaggerated.
The clever bride thought a few seconds,
Looked in the restless eyes of the groom,
Hugged him and said, “It was me,
By now I lived with your heart in my bosom.”
The boy kissed the girl and she found,
Unlike wedding kiss, more warm and sound!
Was the bride a liar, what do you say?
They are living happily, leave it, anyway!