Always Perfect

Whenever I saw,

My friends,

Their girlfriends,

Happy and roaming,

Here and there,

And having,

Best of the time.

The thought,

Always occurred.

Why I don't have one?

Slowly and slowly,

Time passed.

One day I was reciting,

A poem titled " O! My Red rose",

Somewhere in a function,

Although it was not rewarded,

As usual.

But life changed after this.

A very beautiful girl came,

To me,

Wearing jeans and a top,

Flowing hairs,

With silver clip,

Taming their dancing moment.

 Shook my hand,

And with a cute smile,

Dimple on cheeks,

Completely blushing,

Handed over " Red Rose".

I was aghast,

Completely taken aback,

Forget to even thank you,

But enjoyed,

That warmth of,

Her hand.

Which send,

The energy of love,

Through my veins,

Charging the whole of my body.

But soon I came,

Back to senses,

And said,

" Thanks my Valentine",

First time,

I felt,

Somebody overpowered,

So much on my mind.