The Young Age

Why did it create magic? What was so fantastic? I could not take eyes off You were with friends indulging in laugh How can one individual be so attractive? How do we look at object so selective? I had no ideas but knew it was special She was point of attraction on arrival The young age is of peculiar nature There is haste in each venture The quick steps are taken without anticipation Lots eye brows are raised over the foolish action She was certainly carved out figure From white stone with smile of lovely nature I was standing motionless With surprise element on face It occurred to my mind That God might have chosen spare time To give beautiful shape and add the beauty I was almost sunk in thought but thanked almighty Something struck me dearly” Pairs are made in heave” We may be crazy and desire driven Yet something unforeseen happens Relation is developed all of sudden