Blindly in love
Posted on August 08, 2018
There was something about her, I dearly loved.
Was it perhaps, how kind and selfless she was.
Or maybe, the way she sat by the window,
Watching snowflakes fall down, from the high sky.
Perhaps, I loved her for the passion to write,
With a pencil stuck in her hair for hours.
Or, was it the way she scratched her forehead searching for words to scramble on the paper.
The way she curled her lips deeply thinking.
I foolishly looked for the reason I loved her.
And I haven't yet fixed the day, or time I fell for her grey eyes.
I loved her blindly,
For she was to be loved, without a reason.
And she knew it all, as soon as she glanced at me
From above her glasses
Falling into my arms.
And I have never felt more at home, until I held her in my arms.
Right where she belongs.