Passing through the
woodland
Wheeling on bicycle
With my dear friend
Was busy in counting
trees
That passed by.
Suddenly
He caught my hand
I shuddered with
fear
How can he do it to
me,
Who was my dear?
In the twilight
I could not see his
expressions
I jumped from the
bicycle
To save my modesty.
He drifted me aside
Whispered in my ear
You don’t need to
fear
I am still your dear
I find my love in
you
Accept my kind proposal.
I saw passion in his
words
That he mumbled
My mind wandered
To find an answer
“Can friends be
lovers?”
My mind enquired
The same question
I tumbled to him
“Yes, friends can be
great lovers
B’coz they know
better each other.
Are you ready to be
my valentine?
He edged closer to
me
The fear had
vanished
And I was feeling
lighter
He kissed me on my
forehead
I hugged him tight
I was in pool of
tears
Of happiness,
Of ecstasy
Of Love.
He took my hand in
his
And we stood
Speechless
For an hour
It felt as if
We knew each other
Since ages.
© Ila Varma 2016

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