A Poem — Enticed by every little thing he’d do, His hair, his smile, his existence too! The scent of his presence is her addiction. These unvoiced feelings are her conviction. Fake scenarios in her mind that wander, Those reasons said to stay a bit longer, Lies made up to hold on to him, Those mild touches — a melodious hymn. When he is near, it’s a whole new world Where odds and cons are deliberately blurred. His company she does desperately seek; A hard-hearted girl now delicate and meek.