Just You Poem by Pritom Barman

Just I was passing by,
Then you felt shy.
Your lips were in mute,
But it was looking very cute.
Your eyes were downwards,
But I knew you wane look back ward.
The hair of you which was open,
They were shining in the sun.
But now the days don't pass,
Without thinking of you much;
And the day when we again meet,
I think that our love was all fit.
Then when I saw your face,
I just looked at your grace.