To her beauty, no girl can compete
Flowers on shirt were fresh as live
Spectacles on nose, five on five
Eyes were prettier than pearls
Hair were made with perfect curls
Teeth were whiter than milk
Skin seemed smoother than silk
A beautiful peak, was her nose
She looked prettier than a rose
Wish I had courage to say ‘hi’
Or, if she could hear my heart's cry
I might not get to see her again
This thought gave me a pain
In a while the train stopped
She stood up and she walked
She reached, it was her destination
I still had to travel to my station
Her picture is permanent in my brain
My eyes search for her in each train
I don't know what to call this plight
I think it's called love at first sight.
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