He called her manipulative,
She thought he was being calculative,
Nothing about their love life was definite…
She called him , having fallen in love with Mr Not So Right,
Waiting for her call, he fell in love with the lonely long drawn night,
While stars twinkled above them, shining bright,
She looked a pretty thing in lace & all-white….
She knew he was cold,
They said time only would unfold,
Yet some labelled her “bold”,
If only they knew she was deep within tradional and old,
They thought she was made from a different mould!!!!