I saw just a glimpse of him,
Dark and handsome, noble as a king;
I saw, just a glimpse of him,
Behind a window with tinted film;
His eyes spoke of a promise,
Deeper than a lusting kiss.
I saw, just a glimpse of him
Like a fragment of a surreal dream;
I whispered softly, ‘what is thy name’?
And he signed it on the window pane,
I drew out a mirror, to reveal the truth,
His name spelled out as ‘SOLITUDE’
Sagarika Julka
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/solitude-184/
