Closing in the morning the weather shined bright,
The guy closed his meeting and the girl was with her bag.
Clutching through the crowds she walked fast,
as the time was less and too little to pass.
He headed downstairs tossing his boss’s look,
With a fear of getting late he turned around the staired hook.
She watched her way to the junction in hope of a ride,
but to her dismay there wasn’t even one to guide.
Donned in formals he ran across the street,
She was looking exquisite with a purple clutch in the middle of the street.
Hitting on the florist he picked up a few,
with a hope to surprise her hiding a ring covered in dew.
She reached the restaurant with no option but to walk,
booking the table where they had their First talk.
Knowing that guys are always late and with no time to wait,
she ordered a “Latte” like on their first date.
Glancing the corner he saw her amongst the rattle,
it was on 18th when their hearts had chattered.
Silently closing on her he made his move like a cat,
holding her from behind and closing her eyes for no one to look at.
She knew it was him the way he did the first time,
a Decade had passed with love growing every time.
They did this every year to celebrate their anniversary,
with a promise to each other to never create a wary !!
(*Image courtesy: Google)