Perfect Match Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I moved closer
And offered
My best whisper
“I love you very much dear”

I could say few words
Her words were not heard
She was sinking under spell
I was doing very well

I just dipped in an old memory
She was real beauty
I had lost sleepy stage
Many nights resulted in sheer wastage

My efforts proved success
She gave nod for full access
We were meeting under tree
Conversed and talked freely

The destined hour approached
We had finally reached
At point where there was no hitch
We were together and perfect match