My Romantic Walk

It was my second date. I was waiting for her to come and suddenly she stepped out of the car. Lowering her gaze and a little blushed face made me wonder how many times I would fall for her again. Her silent footsteps heading to me gives a boost to my curiosity and I feel the waves of heaven. We walked and talked. We shared and smiled.


I hold her hands like that of a little fairy. I felt so romantic. It was the morning time. The feel of silence let my heart to feel her soul, to feel her breath. Suddenly the first rain drop fell on us and we felt the scene of some romantic movie.


Where we were are being portrayed as the love birds. All the time I was of the view that these movies never come true but no that every vision of yours proves to be authentic. I am the hero of my love and we are tied with the one another.