Bride's Countenance.. Poem by Abhyv Ismaneim Jahan

'Search', I was told,
And search i did;
It went in vain,
She'd vanished somewhere.

Sad as i returned,
I, suddenly, caught a glimpse;
She was once beautiful
And what had changed? Nothing.

Like the bride
With a covered countenance,
Just her smile
Took my breath away.

I waited long
To see more,
But her shyness
Hid her grace.

The eyes to heart to soul
Her image travelled;
And the journey seemed
Like a prayer.

'Oh! It's the moon',
One remarked;
'Yes, she's the one, '
I said.