She wore a polka-dotted frock
and, a teasing smile
as she passed by the door;
there was fire
and, I was burning
in the gaze of her smokey eyes;
she flicked her hair
and, through the curls
a wink at me she hurled
as the church bell chimed,
I went on my knees
I asked her
Will you marry me?
Copyright @ Ajay Pai
6th June 2019
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