Afternoon sky is drizzling.
In solemn symphony.
A few sober puffs,
Hesitantly billows above.
In office, I'm on third floor balcony.

Glittery wet street,
Umbrella walks quick.
Intermittent sonorous traffic.
Her all soaked tresses, dripping.
Across there still awaiting, a Mohogany.

And here comes my girl.
A little fluffy, little dark and a lot vivacious.
She is mischief queen in my team.
But always saves me in my shortcomings.
She is fond of me, cares like my mom.

After a long initial sermon
She told me there is a girl, her friend.
On other side of glass wall.
She told me she wants to meet.
But she can't, she has a condition.
She can meet only if I promise to marry her.

I was surprised but not bewildered.
I felt humble, someone loves me after all.
But how could I give my word.
I never saw her, never noticed she is there.
I don't know even her name.
From where she came,
Where she belong.
How come I give my word?
Of course I can meet her as she wish.
With such condition, there is no need.

She cajoled me a while.
She had a point, not to see any guy.
She told...