My Dream Girl!

Albeit, I mean a chatter-box,

but her charisma makes me feel; even I don’t know how to talk.

She exudes confidence with her style of walking,

but don’t know why mine always gets gawky.

Her benevolence makes her more beautiful,

I don’t know even how to get dutiful.

She doesn’t even let a grimness shatter someone,

then how could I flatter her.

I know she is not a chauvinistic,

but don’t know if her family would give me a kick.

I don’t want to make a hash of her life,

but promise to fondle her day & night.

She doesn’t hobnob with everyone,

it gives me a doubt, if I am ‘Someone’.

I gathered my valor to give a shot

&, babbled until she made me stop.

Her three beautiful words froze me,

but her laughter broke the silence, & amazed me.

My Dream Girl is now mine,

I pray, our bond would always shine.

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