Her speech of cute blunders;
cheeks of caramel taste,
made the genie enamored,
from alluring forehead down to her waist.

Friendships do not last,
that's why I wanna marry you.

I smiled at her as a smitten sign,
she blushed back as Italian wine.
she lowered her eyes,
shifting strand behind.
she was the one
who set up a poet blind..

It's not going to be a deep thought
As I am not crazy or mentally distraught.
But still I'll try to make you feel,
Not as 'dead poets society' did in it's reel,
So keep it for a word and not as a deal.
It's my first writing and a small try,
Like it or not
From me, it's just a bullseye....