When I began to see her regularly on air.
I was captivated by her wit and eloquence.
Among her colleagues, to me she is the star.
I would wait for her words to shine through.
The way she juxtaposed her points, and releases them on air.
Is like when my favourite perfume goes up in the air.
I've only seen her as the witty journalist.
Until I beheld her at a meeting.
Her height and size, need no more additions.
Even at her age, she slayed, like she was in her sixteens.
Her sweet voice, put smile on my face.
And glued my eyes on her face.
All her words were right, they couldn't go left.
I captured her with my eyes, and printed her picture I'm my mind.
Different thoughts kept wandering in my mind.
In one of them, she was in my arms smiling. 8
What a sweet fantasy, I said to my mind.
But in reality, she is a woman on the mountain top.
And am the boy at the bottom of the ladder.
The gap is just too much, but it can't stop me from dreaming.
Since dreams do come through.
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