The Blossom

A single red one would have sufficed,

He didn’t know that,

Neither could she tell him so,

The friend on phone was a bad mediator.

As he hesitantly bought the flowers,

She danced, at the prospect of his actions,

She danced, wondering not much of his intentions,

She danced, she danced a happy dance.

The company had been pleasant,

And separation painful,

Neither could either even make a guess,

What the destiny had for them.

Not the first time he gave a girl flowers,

Nor her first time receiving some,

But then for the both of them,

It was the only one that blossomed.

When the stars shined down,

As the silent companion watched,

She took the flowers and smiled,

Her smile, the Blossom of the flowers,

And the flowers of Love were full at Bloom.

Her Chocolate Brown Eyes

Her chocolate brown eyes,

The blush of the falling leaves of autumn,

Teeters me on the brink of an abyss,

An eternity has been lost,

Just to take them in.

Her chocolate brown eyes,

The dye of shallow brown sapphires,

Studded with a distant dreamy look,

Lighting the darkest of the night,

Like little brown twinkling stars.

Her chocolate brown eyes,

The stain of pearls out of a hazelnut,

So unnatural yet breathtaking,

A nightmare set in motion,

Yet poetry personified.

Her chocolate brown eyes,

The hue of melting honey,

The color so betraying,

Yet the temptation so unbearable,

Even the honey bees are deceived.

Her chocolate brown eyes,

The tint of a perfect chocolate,

The sight of them,

Like a Boyfriends Bournville,

Not meant to be shared with anyone else.

Her chocolate brown eyes,

The shade of maple wood of my violin,

Humming the perfect musical note,

That, even a careless glance is enough,

To make the flowers of my garden to bloom.

Her chocolate brown eyes,

Every time I look at them,

Makes me wish, more and more,

That I be the apple of her eyes,

The apple of Her Chocolate Brown Eyes.

The Silent Companion

He stood there watching,

As the boy and girl talked.

He silently heard the girls story,

He sensed the boys concern for her.

He watched them become friends,

He witnessed them fall in love.

He saw the boys eyes,

Neither did he miss the girls smile.

Before the either could even guess,

He knew what it was,

That bound them together.

He wished he could smile,

When the boy made a wish upon the shooting star.

He saw the boy give her roses,

But did not muff the girls blush.

He foresaw them holding hands.

He wished he could give them a little privacy,

When they kissed under the moonlight.

Frozen though, as he was,

He stood a silent guardian,

A silent companion,

 To the best story,

Love has ever told.