Out in the flowery gallery of my balcony,
as I open my heart to the gentle breeze of September,
feeling my fingers caress on roses
shining so delicately of all, I remember.
The clouds shape-shifting prowess emulates memories, so sugary,
as the glimpse of puberty inside peeps out of me so eagerly.
The scent of lavenders and the ladders I have to scale,
ignites about an burst of tensed laziness as
my eyes open wide to a nightmarish day tale.
I look down as the chimes tintinnabulates in nature's euphoric airstreams, a red carriage of modern sorts, slowly parks in on my daydream.
A man in his 40s, comes out of it, living like someone from a movie,
seeing his daughter out in really dramatic fashion slowly.
I look at her, a tall girl steps out wearing dresses not so fancy,
but my eyes do not seem to blink as the breeze swirls her hair dancing,
I wonder if my neighbour's are expecting guests,
little did I know that this girl was my heart's conquest.


It was not a love at first sight, my pragmatic heart
peached lessons on looks,
but the sweetness in my soul longed for a soul like in the old books.
She doesn't look like the one of your dreams,
but...