Will You, Beloved Stranger?

Walking amidst the park, 

I saw a lady sitting on the bench anxiously waiting.

 

I wondered what'd be her reason to be worried,

or is she inside recklessly annihilating.

 

She oscillated her head in a continuance from left to right,

Inspecting both ends, to confirm if her motive had arrived.

 

It made me feel that I should go up to her

and inquire if she needs some aide,

But with my lacking confidence,

that thought began to fade.

 

But she won't stop fidgeting losing her nerve to haste,

What made a fair lady with the big wide eyes lose her beauty to waste.

 

I started approaching towards the bench

 and an aroma of jasmine filled my senses,

An inexplicable thought grew over the fences.

 

 "Madame is there any way I could help you?"

She replied in a holy voice "will you, beloved stranger?" 

In chivalrous tone

 "If I could, I definitely would.

But let me know if I would,

 what is it if I should?" 

 

She asked me for something I could not envisage of, 

something of an odd linger,

"Will you hold my hand and sit by my side, beloved stranger?"

 In an audacity, I did the same,

Silently inscribed a moment outlandish,

What was in the lady's mind,

could I read was my only wish.

 

For the day I still think upon the same ruckus of thoughts,

For when she left,

A voice still inside me frosts 

"Will you, beloved stranger?"