I yearned for love, I craved for passion.
I was glued to the mirror to look my perfect best for my mystery man!
I would act bold before every Tom, Dick and Harry, to impress him, whom I wish I knew.
One fine morning, I would walk out in a mini skirt to flaunt those perfect legs,
While a pretty floral dress adorned me on the next.
But the desire continued, and so did the passion.
Sitting on a garden bench in my plain denims and pink top,
Crying, with puffy eyes and smudged kajal,
He sat next to me,
And love happened!