The Meeting

The Meeting

Still I remember the day,

Moment I saw that face.

You are just looking Fay,

It’s only the god’s grace.

Petal lips, the moony eyes,

Smell like morning dew.

Oh! Dear where time flies,

Want to spent, moment few.

The evil time, running up,

Tried hard, couldn’t stop.

Feels like last fair up,

Had to go, but with hope.