i miss the words

thudd.. thudd.. her soft feet pound,

on the toes, heels not on the ground;

the white frock, kept swirling around;

like a ballerina, cute round and round.

a pony-tail, and a dimple so charming;

her palms, soft as the angel's voice;

the aura, and the good luck swirling;

the smile, i'll let go of the words, shh!

the green, the blues, and the pink;

one look, i am mesmerized to blink;

the mischievous beauty, not a chink;

for eons, i stood and didn't blink.

to happen, collage of a moment,

yet i see them, as if of the past;

my sense of time, and sense lost;

i lean on the fence, blushing smile;

she keeps jumping, once in a while;

a glance of me, and its worth-while;

i miss the words, just see the smile.