I met a girl with beauty insane,
to the light of sun with bit of rain,
with those background scores behind the scene's,
you could know what that I mean,
There was smile once again on my face,
where my demotivated vanity now was in solace,
with lots of protocol imagination evasive,
where anxiety travels as far as elusive,
with life being on the cross roads of qualms,
lack of emotions with dandy charms,
loneliness passing the way,
while enlightening darkness with supreme dismay,
Her presence make my hours better,
Unlike those holocaust which i spend in loiter,
She is boisterous a cat wild,
But cute as cupid as a girl child,
Dumbness may define her quality,
That's what most of you may called my fallacy,
My love for her may have begun,
But to confess her this maybe a true heaven.
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