She stood still and dilatory
In action and barely a word
Such was the glimpse she caught
That left her in awe and stirred.
The next day followed
By a kaleidoscope of butterflies
Forming in her gut; if only she knew
If only she realized
Every time she stole a glance
Her heart would skip a beat
Even on gloomy, grey days
She was found upbeat.
One fine day, Realization hit her hard
Her happiness and reason thereof–
It was pure and transcendent
It was nothing but love.
Years later, as she was missing someone lately
She couldn’t comprehend who
But today, it rang a few bells
As she made her coffee brew.
Achingly beautiful it is how
Some people enter our lives in tiptoe
Serve their purpose, etch a picture
In our hearts and then go.