I am a stranger to canvas and paints..
Still, a portrait you, is painted in my heart.
One that was made when I saw you first..
When you walked past me like a breeze of fresh air..
Your hair, dancing to the rhythm of wind..
Wisps of hair, trying to kiss your cheeks..
Droplets of water on your forehead and nose.
Like the dew on hills on a chilly morning.
Blush on your cheeks like a midsummer dawn..
And lips, bright like the rising sun..
Were your eyes blue or I felt it so?
As I saw my world revolving on those..
You hit me like a catchy song..
Walked away, still stuck in my mind..
I don’t know what the future holds..
But I cling to the portrait with faith and hope..