I was the song without a rhyme..A tale without a twist
Amidst the world of winsomeness, I was the perilous beast
I was a cold and distant star, devoid of human touch
I was a night without a hope.. A hold without a clutch..
I was an ugly roadside bud, unfragrant and pale
I was a tedious, unread part of a twisted, lengthy tale
Bewitched with your spells of charm and curve beneath your nose
..and tinges of your blush around, I bloomed into a rose..
© Aditee Joshi
