Unfold and Untold

The timid heart shuddered as it walked invisible,
For who would have ever thought that she was someone special?
So meek, alert and disciplined in her ways,
She never thought that there would come another day…
How could the magic unfold?

But he was different, he always understood,
He could read all her stories, like she was an open book,
Mysteries buried in quagmires of thought,
Were unraveled, although she never thought…
But still, she questioned, how could the magic ever unfold?

With a touch of his brilliance, he had transformed,
Her world with myriad hues and colors, she was charmed,
By the sincerity in those eyes, and elegance, naturally built,
By the warmth and comfort that were genuinely his,
But still she questioned, how could the magic unfold?

Practical, headstrong, and graceful was he,
But also keen, and just so friendly,
Ambitious dreams, so fearlessly confessed,
With his gentle ways, he had impressed,
But although he was sure, she had maintained…
How could the magic ever unfold?

Perfection so endearing, it was hard to believe,
That it was all so small and difficult to receive,
Miss invisible was edgy, always so unsure,
But he had held on, insistent and persuasive,
And yet, it was hard to believe…
All you ever wanted—was me?

There were days when she was bogged down,
Caught in situations, in life’s twists and turns,
And as she wriggled, lonesome and depressed
He had once, softly said,
That he was grateful that she there,
And without her, the word wouldn’t be the same.

Although she was forever enamored by him,
She never felt so strong,
So beautiful, so wanted, so special,
That day, she tasted the magic, and saw it unfold,
It was ecstasy, experienced like never before.

Soft songs, repeated, memories became smiling treasures,
Passions relived, darkness swept away and forgotten,
Miss invisible was smitten,
But she is today, unforgiven.

10:18 pm, 17th January, 2010.