Her charm leaves me enchanted,

Feels like heaven when I glimpse into her soul,

Heart-pounding at exorbitant rate,

The will loses its power before her.

Her smile, her style, her persona,

I get lost in her wilderness,

I am free but at the same time, caged,

Bound by shackles of unknown origins

A dream, is it, or an illusion?

Or an imagination which makes me wonder,

A mirage in the deserted land it may seem,

or a hallucination making me blind

I don’t seem to care,

The only thing I care is, her,

her grief, her sorrows, her idiosyncrasies and her elation,

Blending in her true colors