By: Amoureax Amant
Long you stood there like tulips in garden,
expecting someone who passed through mountain,
like butterfly, like majestic monsoon,
as honeybee's whisper came with bird's croon.
Soon you faded like green blade in autumn,
whose eyes in mist, contained hot spring fountain,
whose hair with hues of night turned hues of moon,
as long firefly was trapped inside cocoon.
Long you stood there, waiting for mister right,
expecting mister right came for snow white,
with lovesickness which condensed tulips bud,
as tulips bloomed and soon fluttered down mud.
As mister right encountered snow beauty,
as though that moment felt like century,