Magical Meeting Poem by Priyasha Mukherjee

When you came to me,
The waves had ceased crashing on the sand at our feet,
Time had stopped passing and blissful whispers drifted through the air.
It seems a mystery is unfolding, uncovering;
My heart said softly to me that my search was complete.

The grey began to fade as your colors filled up the surroundings,
I could hear the voice of the shining stars in the night sky
And the sorrows began to die.
As I see you, my heart skips a beat
And that's the magic happens every time we meet.