by cupid. — Welcome to the cupid station,
Doors will open to the right.
I’ll make him pass by you,
To make your moments bright. You won’t notice him it seems
until your third charm song,
collides with your fantasy
and evening sun’s bright beams. Ah! There you go
Finally, the eyes met.
In the golden hour & fallen locks
The timing couldn’t be perfect,
I surely bet. Masked were the faces,
only eyes could talk.
In their heads,
they probably went for a walk.
That was my time given to them,
6 stations of shyness and blinking
Before they enter the real world & wonder,
what were they thinking?