Here I am in front of my computer monitor, my hands lie on the keyboard. I might sound boring but in the beauty of time, I indulge my self within the thinking of the beautiful princess. The feelings I have as she walks by me cannot be described in words. The beauty of a zephyr has thrown me into a million pieces. I do not stand straight as my heart gets filled with tears of loneliness and the symptoms of being alone stand up. And I tend to be left alone in the darkness. So here I continue my story of a day which totally changed after the first sight of her true beauty that left a mark on my heart.

I opened my eyes to wake up when I stare at the sun rising, the first ray falls into my eyes; I miss what is the true sun ray of my eye. The beautiful smile I just want to see and the beautiful face that I want to see, the hearing of the lovely voice to enlighten my ears my day and my life is what I miss. What matters is not that I wait for her but what matters is I want her to be the happiest person. Though I will regret the fact of being lonely she will remain in my heart 4 ages and ages. I don’t want a thorn near her that might give her a small cut but that cut will be of a lot of importance. It might be worse than many millions of cuts on me. I just want a chance to cover the path she walks by the most beautiful and soft roses. I want choirs of birds singing for her welcome. I just wait 4 the right day the time when I will get lucky enough to tell her how much I love her and how much I miss her she left an image in my heart of the perfection of beauty……

As the day continues, I tend to get busy but never the less I always remember her. The beautiful smile gave me morale and support. I wanted to freeze time, leave all the things take her away from all the people to a place where I could express what I felt about her, a place where there was no tension, and a place I could just look at her all day. I had never felt more encouraged to do a task I was assigned though I regret the fact that she was not watching nor did she know a beautiful smile she gave had so much attached to it.

When ever I recall the perfection of her beauty. Tears fall from my eyes, my heart feels lonely and my imagination leads me to her beautiful and innocent face. My heart has the image of her that can never be removed. I have my cell phone always with me in this wait she will call me now even though I forget she doesn’t have my number. I wondered to my self “how lucky can a person become when her beautiful soft hands type a persons number”.

Words stay locked in my heart, they rust in the wait she might come to me and talk with me. I forget the task I was doing in the thinking of the perfect princess and imagination leads me to no where apart for my expressions and my feelings for her become stronger. She comes in my imaginations gives me a smile and hides away. I keep looking for her so that I can see her but she turned her back towards me ignoring me even my imaginations betrayed me. But all is fine since I know I will be more happy if she is happy.

I didn’t know what had gotten into me but what ever I did I wanted it to do it for her.

I couldn’t think of a better thing to do than thinking about her the harder I tried to get away from her the complicated it became than more I remembered her hence I missed her even more. So I decided to think about her and let my thinking express what I felt I thought now “the world is a small place to live, I tremble from her beauty jealousy spreads the heart of people when she is seen, scared of the truth I cannot look in to her eyes because of how much I love her the way she talks walks and does every thing she does is perfect. My heart waits and tears fall from my heart to hear her voice I can not describe the perfection that made my tears fall from my eyes and that instant I realized the world is a small place to live without the beauty of her perfection I am incomplete and I will remain incomplete” so what ever I did I could see her in front of me giving me her support giving me the passion. I shed tears in the fault that she doesn’t know hw much I love her and that she is not mine other wise I mite not be able to express what I felt about her. And the day continued. I struggled and managed to complete the tasks assigned… though most of the day I spent thinking about her.

Neither am I a poet or a writer but a normal person who has a heart and expression. Feelings are held within me. Happiness and sorrow’s both come to me as well.

As I continued with the task I was asked to do. The weather was normal. A little colder, dressed in a jeans shirt and a hood. No one knew what day the day will be. No one knows that there is a lot more to it than just working or studying. So I continued with my work.   As soon as I raised my head up to see the people passing in front of me. I noticed some distinct and unique people. Though they had a normal face like us but the face was different. The one face was very different and unique. Had a very beautiful shine, Indefinable beauty just passed right in front of my own bare eyes and I could not understand the time nor the day I had forgotten with what I was doing.

The smile was so beautiful; people might be jealous of it and want to take it away. The eyes were so beautiful that any one who gets noticed by those eyes will become a lucky person. The lips were so beautiful; the smile given shall be hard to define. The perfect beauty of what was held within her.  Guys will get crazy over that beautiful smile she had.

The hair was so soft and silky yet without touching them I knew they were perfect. Yet she was far from me, thanks to the zephyr I could smell the beauty. Thinking about her makes me smile on any day and at any time. No matter what the conditions or what the circumstances are.

The more I remember the more I forget, and the less I forget, the better I remember. So in the end I would conclude that I might have seen the most beautiful girl. But in simple yet more obvious words “The beauty of that specific girl is incomplete without the fact, the dictionary is a collection of words. No matter how many dictionaries, encyclopedias I use I can not describe how beautiful she is”…

As she uttered a word to her friend, I realized I was hearing to the perfect and most admirable voice. Nor will I say it was thin. Just it was beautiful. She was beautiful princess who was perfect. Perfection is what a lie was but became a truth when I saw her. The most beautiful rose will fall dull in front of her beauty.  The world was becoming a lucky place as her beautiful eyes noticed the things and objects that surrounded the place.

As I continued my work, she tended to leave her mind thrilling thoughts of just a five minute walk in front of me in my mind that shall remain in thy mind for weeks, years and forever.