She lowered her head to avoid the harsh winds
She tried to tame her wind whipped hair
Sitting on a bench, she contemplated life
She realised how remarkable each chapter was
Filled with love and amorous sentiments
She gauged at her sequestered life
Not afraid of shadows around her anymore
She rose to leave after waiting in the wings
And walked the way home alone
She wanted him to turn up today with roses
She longed for him to surprise her again
Instead she watched the paint dry
For he was so entwined in the rigmarole
Not spotting the anticipation surrounding her
He longed for her characteristic warmth
The girl didn't know what she became into
She brushed aside the candyfloss desire
The want and yearning took a backseat
She realized she has become ‘the woman’
And started to rub his hair lovingly
