She.

The sudden mood shift from one to two was just to bring in some fun. Tried my hand at a new emotion ;)..

She, of whom the trees have whispered tidings,

She, who the wind has awaited with bated breath,

She, whose glimpse eternity itself has been biding,

She, whose equal anywhere has not yet been met.

Well actually I bumped into her last week,

And no it wasn't a transfixed first gaze.

Little was I to know it was her I would seek,

With hopeless desperation in a few days.

For it was an elaborate entrapment you see,

She bumped into me one too many times already,

You could safely have put it past serendipity,

She'd firmly decided she wouldn't let me be.

What else was I to do, if not totally fall?

For her black doe eyes and her button nose.

With that angelic smile, her grip of fingers small

She could've charmed anyone, but me she chose.

With her there never could be an argument's end,

But at times she was innocent as a small child.

Deep as you'd like, with her complications to mend,

With the kind of passion that drove you wild.

Oh it was indeed a devious destiny to which I fell,

The universe had plotted the glorious fiasco,

But if someone asked, I still would tell,

That I'd go through it all over and over more.