Falling in love is like flying in an airplane and spotting the clouds
The white clouds, wavy and splendid is an enchantress
You admire her form and her curls
And keep floating alongside her.
Falling in love is like flying within those clouds
You imagine the beauty but is surrounded by dark and pale white
Yet you are still in delusion by the enchantress.
You cannot see the orange sky
You cannot see the mortar houses
They who waved at you.
You are now fully enclosed within the dark and pale white.
Only when you emerge out of it
You realise what you have missed till now