He was on toes in his twenties She was in tunes in her teens He was alone, she was along He was curious, she was cordial She was catering to his senses: With her ply, play and ploy Her electrifying looks Greeted his soul to seek Tricked and kicked his heart Her smiles rolled on his lips Her face fashioned fair n’ familiar Beauty was her boon, his moon An intangible asset to cassette It was one to one homely affair Win-win scene in solitude Her free style was explicit - Board of her body language Her chromatic costumes, And cosmetic feel of touch Enshrined in the tablet of his memory She sang, danced n’ pounced in passion Coupled up his thoughts For a couple of hours Her smart artistic calibre, Teeming teenage tickle, Shook up and hooked up His conduct and character He could see her face to face In her filmy on-screen display Of moving movie telecast He was her fan in disguise She was his fiancée in guise As an artist and articulate Lo! Love is the mother of life