The Mist.

She comes so silently, seldom one notices,

But ends up lighting the evening as if an enchantress,

She never lets me have my way,

For spellbound charm is what one sees all the way.

Whatever one may say,

She makes things seem more beautiful, than they really are.

Let me know if you are, what my heart longs for,

I wonder if you are, the one I am in search of.

Wait wait oh dear for let me ask the question

But, like every time you are gone,

Lost in the darkness of the night,

Just when I start to feel that we had the whole night

Now only you see me and I can't,

But let me tell you,

Through this scribbled lines I feel you

For our trysts are too intense to disappear

For they are real not fickle,

Like you !!!©