Ever wondered what the exact moment is,
when a girl looks extremely beautiful?
I found it that night
when the moonlight danced on her face
and the brownish curls of her hair
lay untended.....
the fading pimples,the only blemish
giving a rose tinge
that might be mistaken for a blush.
Ever wondered about the one place
you would do anything to be in?
She stirred from her sleep
thanks to those curls of hair
playing hide n seek between her lips...
And i realized with a tinge of jealousy
thats where i wanted to be
though it meant breaking the spell
caused by her face
with a momentary shake...
But i still wonder...
if i can truly shake off that moment...
- Excerpts from my Personal Diary
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