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A MEETING WITH THE LADY OF MY DREAMS Was it a special day That left me hearty and gay;
I met the woman of my dreams Her voice, so mesmerizing, as the sound of the streams:
Her complexion was irresistibly fair It was actually worth a stare;
Her face was interesting and spell-binding That left the men folk astounding:
It was as rich as emitting the sun’s beam For me it had the allure supreme;
She had a frame that was worth a mention Oh! It did attract everyone’s attention;
What all can I say about her figure All I know she was a beauty, full of vigour;
She was the one full of intellect It was one feature I couldn’t neglect;
She was the lass with an aura and charisma It just removed all kinds of stigma;
She used to enjoy light jesting It used to induce her sniggering;
Her simplicity left me awestruck That, I found her was my good luck;
Her first graze left me in a delirium She was undeniably my ‘woman of the millennium’;
The end of our rendezvous left me insatiable She was a maiden one finds in a fable;
It didn’t take me a moment to realize She was the woman about whom I used to fantasize;
It was her heavenly presence Of which I still feel the essence;
The lady was gushing in her prime That elicited me to pen this rime;
I will not meet a woman like her ever, it seems For, she was the lady of my dreams ~Aditya Chhatwani~
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