The Day My Butterflies grew Wings

In the warmth of a Sunday morning,

I was running around the hallway

Looking after our family friend’s kids

I remember my dress as clear as I remember your pristine face

A crimson with golden border dress..

There you walked in

With your Harry Potter glasses

And a dashing black jacket

Time stood on it's tracks and threw shades at me for my clumsiness

Till today you were..

The brightest thing ever I saw

Can a woman admire a man's beauty

Yes, I said oh and more..

I was stunned by the easy curls on your forehead,

And the hands that gestures like playing a harp in the air;

Can a man be so stunning, yes and yes

Emitting a glow I had read in Wordsworth lyrics..

You were taller than the most or because I saw you only there

A man with class and man who nature chose for her very best art

You passed by me like a streak of lightning

And the whiff of perfumed opened places in my body

That never knew existed..

I turned a garden and crimson flowers bloomed on my cheeks

How did no one else fall for you I checked,

And did people notice me gawking at you

I didn't care;

The kids had given up troubling or their sixth sense taught them better,

I had read of power of beauty in myths and imagined how royalty looks like

Never did the seventeen-year-old me know

As I would see you looking at the reflection of Me in mirror

With a hint of a smile

And the eyes with the sparkle I could never forget..

That a beautiful creature can turn you the deepest shade of red

And stay in your heart...

Through decades...

That's the day,

The butterflies at the pit of my stomach

Grew their wings

And opened my dreams..