In the unfolding chapters of my love, I find enchantment in someone I am Yet to meet again. Her voice, poetic carol echoing a song, Casts a spell of sweet charm, I yearn to meet her, to unravel The mysteries she cradles. Yet, the echos of past wounds Keep her at a distance. Love sparkles in her eyes. With hopeful patience, I stand, Awaiting the day she'll emerg with the plea of love. Untill then I remain a poet, crafting verses In the quiet yearning of unmet desires. ~Anmol