(..for someone special..)

Sweet face
Lovely body
Distinct soul
Unmatchable charm

There’s something in her eyes
Which says..
That I am bound to harm.

But behind those eyes
I see a beautiful mind
That too.., one of a kind.

Childish enough
As of a ‘sweet little girl’
Grown with time
To be of a ‘mature woman’s kind’.
.
.
Every another ‘assole’
Wishes her presence
Faces lots of consequences
To sneak that essence.

Nothing wrong
Everyone has a heart
And know what is quality
Are atleast that smart.

I too think of her
My writing is the evidence
Seems I am another ‘assole’
As me too placed her on my precedence.