Feb 2019
So there's this thing that I've learnt,
A concept, a thought
A thing called love and the wonders that it brought,
A feeling? Or moment that simply cannot be bought,
And a thing, an action, a concept alike
The spoken word and it's wonderous delight,
I learnt it from a girl, who walked these halls,
Though quite small she stood very tall,
Clumsy as hell and shy too, yet eloquent as ever,
Showed the world and everyone around,
Here I am, and I shall not hide
She hit me like a train, from the second that I saw her, during a study period before a math exam just four years yonder,
Too shy to speak I slid her a note, under the nose of the teacher in complete fear,
What would she think of me? a skinny little boy whose hair had yet to grow back, with a gummy smile, and a squeaky voice, short enough to stand under a desk.
I took a gulp and though that makes her laugh now, it was not funny, I suddenly became aware of my soul inside my body, tingling and squirming trying to leap from my seat, she opened the letter with eyes as big as the lump in my throat,
She read it over, and again, slowing turning she shot me a smile and I genuinely almost died,
Holding back my screech of excitement I gestured to her to write back to me,
After getting her number we spoke for a while and though not much came of it,
I knew in my mind that I needed her in my life no matter what could transpire.
We dated a week over the phone, terrible this much I know...
A friendship remained and we never stopped talking,
We'd leave our friends, and find each other walking,
Losing track of time, we'd circle the school, till the dreaded bell rang and broke our connection,
With the biggest of smiles we'd stare into each other's eyes and depart from our story with a simple promise
Until next time my love, until next...
This is but a piece of the love I've felt,
From this little person who made a rock feel something...
For me to tell you the rest would be unfair,
For who plucks a flower before it can blossom?
Our story has just begun and it continues to grow,
With twists and turns and bumps galore,
But my heart is true, and I love her, no doubt!
So I make dua now to the creator of this concept to grant me the wishes that I have for a life with her,
For me to be truly blessed, her heart I must possess...
KT, you hold my heart, my soul and all the rest... and for that I love you without any safety net.
A concept, a thought
A thing called love and the wonders that it brought,
A feeling? Or moment that simply cannot be bought,
And a thing, an action, a concept alike
The spoken word and it's wonderous delight,
I learnt it from a girl, who walked these halls,
Though quite small she stood very tall,
Clumsy as hell and shy too, yet eloquent as ever,
Showed the world and everyone around,
Here I am, and I shall not hide
She hit me like a train, from the second that I saw her, during a study period before a math exam just four years yonder,
Too shy to speak I slid her a note, under the nose of the teacher in complete fear,
What would she think of me? a skinny little boy whose hair had yet to grow back, with a gummy smile, and a squeaky voice, short enough to stand under a desk.
I took a gulp and though that makes her laugh now, it was not funny, I suddenly became aware of my soul inside my body, tingling and squirming trying to leap from my seat, she opened the letter with eyes as big as the lump in my throat,
She read it over, and again, slowing turning she shot me a smile and I genuinely almost died,
Holding back my screech of excitement I gestured to her to write back to me,
After getting her number we spoke for a while and though not much came of it,
I knew in my mind that I needed her in my life no matter what could transpire.
We dated a week over the phone, terrible this much I know...
A friendship remained and we never stopped talking,
We'd leave our friends, and find each other walking,
Losing track of time, we'd circle the school, till the dreaded bell rang and broke our connection,
With the biggest of smiles we'd stare into each other's eyes and depart from our story with a simple promise
Until next time my love, until next...
This is but a piece of the love I've felt,
From this little person who made a rock feel something...
For me to tell you the rest would be unfair,
For who plucks a flower before it can blossom?
Our story has just begun and it continues to grow,
With twists and turns and bumps galore,
But my heart is true, and I love her, no doubt!
So I make dua now to the creator of this concept to grant me the wishes that I have for a life with her,
For me to be truly blessed, her heart I must possess...
KT, you hold my heart, my soul and all the rest... and for that I love you without any safety net.
