The evening was amorous, crimson hues kissed the sky,
I saw her dressed in an embossed attire as if she's about to fly.
Her eyes had a tinge of lusty desire, they held a lustrous smile,
I was engrossed in her vibe and was carried through whimsy miles.
We had no purpose, had no plans, no cause to talk a word,
Yet we spoke a thousand words, like those chirpy birds.
Har dazzling attire, crimson lips made me droop in awe,
Her chanted voice, her tranquil aura, made my hands draw;
Her sketch on the canvas of my life, neat and bright,
That imprinted itself deep and dense in my humane sight.
Two coffee mugs, a silent eve, and a thousand plans we made,
From utter strangers to grave desires, a milestone has been laid.
A strange meet, random greet and she was now all mine,
I will drink her gloomy thoughts and she will wear my shine.