But She Was Touched

I arose early in the morning, a routine every day, Washed may hands, brushed my teeth, washed my face, Cleaned my hair, washed my foot, tried to have a little of the grace, Proceeded towards light, with a mortal clay. When I was moving outside I saw her on the top of a building, Her beautiful blue house, and I noticed her fair complexion, I smiled at her, but couldn't notice my smile's reaction, I bowed my head and while coming back, saw her again still standing. Now her face was clear and distinctly sighted, An amazing beauty, a pinkish doll, in a white bridal dress, I wished her hand in my hand, with love I could press, She looked into eyes, gave her hand, in my hand excited. I wonder how her hand was so much stretched, What did she see in my thirsty eyes, You may take it as a truth or one of my lies, She was so far, but she was touched. (A love affair with Miss Early Morning)