Today,
Just around noon,
An hour that sun burns,
And beams ecstatically,

I walked along a path,
That lead to my ex girlfriend's home,
Poor me!
I got nostalgic and missed her.

Every move and everything that we did,
Could be seen a fresh,
even the evergreen live fences,
appeared just like they were a decade ago,
Sharp pends and the road's serenity notwithstanding.

I could see her Smile and giggle uniquely,
I could see her run to meet me by the road,
I could see her medium height that was my type.
Talk about her curvaceous and well endowed shape,
And the cute dimples that mounted on her smooth face.

In the day dream I could see her clad,
In a pure white top and a flare skirt,
With dazzling white open shoes,
And a Small bronze-coloured watch,
How amazing the lass appeared!

I could see her fingers beckoning and gesticulating,
I even recalled her sharp but sweet perfume,
How she called my name with her soft voice!
Nobody could ever predict our fall
If only old days could be brought back ...