He had reached there a little too soon
Not too many souls inside that mall
Under the banner, he was waiting for that call
The clock struck two fifteen
There she was, standing like a queen
Or a princess, that’d be modest
Somehow he had passed this first test
They ran up with feverish haste
He asked her what she would want to taste
He ignored the months and months of endless tries
Cause he could feel his stomach full of butterflies
He thought to himself if she could feel it too
Whatever it was, his dream was already true
Somewhere within he thought, “Would you settle my fear
When will you say what I want to hear?”
Gradually he realized it wasn’t words that he needs
For her it was action, not phrases that leads
Her smile, her laughter and the way she flipped her hair
He noticed these things, cause they were those that were rare
Roaming, dancing and eating from the same plate
These were all the special things that festooned their non-date
He knew all of it came a little late
But he wouldn’t dare say it wasn’t worth the wait
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