Proportions..

I had a friend, and I called her Ms. Beautiful..
Whenever she talked, she talked so wonderful..
With a face of Queen, she had a golden voice..
And her smile was like, a life lived twice..

When she was with me, I never got bored..
A bunch of happiness, yes, she always stored..
She was a woman, of some delicate moods..
Yet she was fierce, as a lioness in the woods..

She was my favorite, of all the seasons..
To disturb her every while.. I sought reasons..
She was my first thought, of every dawn, every night..
She became my first approach, in every plight..

Her coquettes, her tantrums, made her more adorable..
She was a person with whom, life was so desirable..
She was very friendly, but still I was afraid of her..
There was a fear, maybe the fear of losing her..

And before I could catch, a hold of her hand..
We parted away, with the flow of sand..
Left were some memories, and some emotions..
Both smile and tears, in equal proportions..


- Sumiet