The girl that teased

A step at a time on a cold winter road,
I walked in slow gaits, even and odd.
Low was visibility, and temperature perhaps 8℃,
From the fog emmerged a beautiful face, oval and gracious.
Blue eyes, glistening teeth and dimples dug deep,
So captivating was her appearance, that an instant gratification of happiness I could reap.

When our eyes met we refused to look away,
All senses alert, in the foggy wind's grey.
Her eyes squinted and broadened, and the lips arched,
Like a hypnotised kid, I glared and glared.
The steps slowed and silence grew,
All senses alert like the watching crew.

As we passed-by her dimples shot,
And touched the trenches of the heart like melting plastic passes a coal so hot.
It was like a violent slap on the guitar strings,
All chords reverberating with echos and rings.
Like bad loud drum beats, the heart shouted with each thump,
And emotions taking a leap in long-jump.

Glee was I, for she had smiled; so fragile is the human mind,
The cold didn't affect, and no worries of the 8℃ swift wind,
There was a fire raging inside, that couldn't help but arise,
A new beautiful world was all about to rise.

I turned back to see her one last time,
To see if it did actually rhyme,
She stood there with her hands on the hips,
Wide open eyes, and straight-lined lips.
She dropped her tongue out and twisted her nose,
With her thumb she pressed the tip of her nose and and swayed the remaining fingers to my dispose.

Startled was I, for that was the end of all dreams,
A castle so lovingly built, was shattered in seconds.
Like a small heartbroken child I walked away, hearing her evil laugh in echos and titters,
I crushed my teeth and pulled my sleeves, to my realisation all around was the biting cold of winters,
A step at a time on a cold winter road,
I kept walking in slow gaits, even and odd.