Draping around my waist,
Your hands straighten up,
The pleats of my saree
Around you move in my gaze,
Fingers play like on strings of a guitar,
Leaving me slowly in bewilderment...
Your favourite colour,
You did never tell,
But you eye for that special one always.
Finally you touch my shoulder,
Leaving the end at its place.
It sways away in the breeze,
Falling off in grace.
You eye for another chance,
To touch the ends again.
To place it again over my shoulder,
Holding it around me.
Awestruck...I am
In your gaze.
Draped in Love
Touched by the meeting gaze.
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