I met him,
while strolling down the garden of roses.
it was the first time I've seen him,
He was famous amongst everyone I know, and everyone loved him like crazy, and even getting a glimpse of his handsome face is really very fortunate to be honest .
The day i saw his photo, I have fallen hard for him,
Its extremely rare to find a face with such sheer perfection, What a handsome face he has!
He wore a bright yellow garment,
The brilliance of which enriched his bodily features more.
His black curly hair, reaches till his shoulders, as if those curls wanted to touch his magnificent face...
When wind blows,
It wickedly tries sway his curls
And find opportunities to caress his rosy cheeks and sharply carved jaws,
he looks like an elegant and handsome prince with a flute in his hand,
I've heard from my best friend, that he is an exceptional flutist, and that his tunes can easy snatch away your heart in seconds,
The aura that surrounds him is so Enchanting that it seems like it forced upon me a trance of drunkenness.
I was intoxicated with his beauty,
My eyes fixedly stared at him,
Then,
He looked at me...
My heart didn't skip just a beat, but felt like it just exploded.
His eyes seems to shoot arrows which are more effective that any cupid's
He then smiled at me,
As his lips stretched out and formed an arc
His lips were as red as fresh red rose petals,
I was mesmerized,
