The waves...

The waves' rise in tide,
Touching my feet;
The wind's hustle,
Right on my face,
Her hair touching her face,
And she tries to move it with her right hand,
Oh god!
That broad bright smile,
That dimple on her cheeks,
That curve that makes my heart beat faster,
Will i ever miss that?
She looks at me,
I'm already looking at her,
God! She's beautiful!
She waves her hand in front of my face,
I just keep looking at her,
She shakes me,
And I'm back to life.
Back to my normal friend-zoned life.
My bad!

Just look at her,
Her eyes shine like  stars,
Her smile like the golden light,  like a beautiful portrait,
She's a painting by god.
I look around,
Only the waves touch my feet,
She's by my side,
Calling me to enjoy the beach.
She waves at me,
I wave back saying no.
She comes and pulls my hand,
And we play this way for sometime.
You win,
You dragged me and the waves hit us hard,
You hold my hand,
And nothing in this world is more beautiful I feel.
I look at you,
Screaming at the wave in joy,
How luckily I am is all in my mind.
I turn to your side,
You pull my hand and run to the shore,
I have no words to describe this more.
I'm happy!
So happy being next to you.
I can't express what my heart feels for you,
But "you" is all I wish to live with for my whole life.
~Aarthi.N

Picture by Pete Rumney