Library Romance – Every New Time.
The first time I saw her smile,
it was through the gaps of the library shelves that she stood beyond.
The first time we exchanged a glance,
she laughed too hard while reading a comic under the “Keep Silence” board.
The first time I talked to her,
she dropped her favorite bookmark in the crack between two tables which I helped to lift.
The second time I didn’t only see her smile,
I smiled with her.
The second time we didn’t only exchange a glance,
we stared directly in our eyes looking for solace.
The second time I didn’t only talk to her,
I confessed to her about how I felt that she had the brightest smile I’d ever seen
and the sweetest voice I’d ever heard.
The third time I definitely didn’t see her smile,
she cried her eyes out in her father’s arms.
The third time we definitely couldn’t exchange a glance,
since her eyes were drenched with tears and her mascara all over.
The third time I definitely didn’t talk to her,
because it was her turn to repeat the vows and say “I do”
©The Honest Fabler ~Ashutosh Gursale
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