For Her

I’ll be standing among the crowd to see that girl.

With every step, my heart pounds louder with my ecstasy. 

My mind sets, palm gets wet,

butterflies in my stomach, my eyes feel numb. 

My body reaches to her but,

my mind has already touched her.

The eyes that can freeze the magma, 

voice which ignites the heart, her glance causes enigma. 

Wait! My soul has already been trapped by her hair, 

pulling blushed me towards her fair face. 

Destined to be touched, that blood and the snow. 

To make all the butterflies fly, all it takes is a wink of her eye. 

When her lips broadens in the smile, 

there’s no way back to denial. 

Even though far from meters, 

through the door, I want to see the girl in the corridor.

-Deep Raval