I was turning the pages of a book
Reading an intense poem by Shakespeare
The mighty words of it were a hook
I saw her at the marketplace
Glued to her were my eyes
Pretty she was, by god's grace
She could be an angel in disguise
I wanted to have a word with her
Whether by practice or I had to improvise
It was not difficult for her to infer
I was not able to think of any devise
Looking at me, she hurried down the alley
She took me wrong; she thought she was in danger
She was gone in a flash, moved out like a sally
The moment still haunts me, for her, I was a stranger!
Wow! Nice composition.
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DeleteYou were a stalker...not just stranger. :) Nicely written poem. Keep writing.
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