Shall we not call it a sheer coincidence or better still an accident, when I saw you first you looked so perfect (don't show eyes, it is a compliment!), though never I knew your height and weight...?
Yet you raised my BP and placed me on cloud nine at a zero-gravity height I felt weightless...
The power of your doe-eyes I could not guess, though distant dreams I dreamt
In you I saw a poem before trying to understand even a word top to toe I did appreciate; Shall I not call this a sheer accident!
