Young mind echoed the passion
Picked up at a theatre
Inspired by the ardor of two strangers
In cold weather
Was age the catalyst?
Or perhaps it was the beauty?
Was it in his Destiny?
Or a mislead conduit?
No time to be confused
No space left to contemplate
She was no more an alien
But a dweller in his heart
Love, inscribed upon the veins
Instilled every cell in the blood
Travelling through the body
Reaching the temple
To worship the goddess
To ask for a wish
That she would be water
Whilst he be the fish
Swimming through her
And breathing her in
Surrounded by her
And living within
He worshipped the idol
Instated in his heart
How to please the goddess?
Will she answer his call?
Naïve fancies
Swayed day and night
He knew not
The art of love and romance
Standing at a distance
He would observe
Sweating all over
When he meets her eye
Did she say something?
Does she know?
Coz he thought
He had seen them glow