Crimes of a Charmed Chime..

A passing breeze makes the stagnant wind-chime sound melodious..
The chime dances to the happy tunes of the breeze which is frivolous.
Helpless Chime, got swept and swayed by charm
Knew this would all be long gone before the breeze got kind and warm...

Attractive eyes..nothing to despise;
And those dreamy lashes had a promising vision..
An encapsulating smile, a crush-athalon's next mile;
His honest ways could win any mission.
Chivalry was a skill that he did perfectly master..
Building a camaraderie with him was comfortably faster...

Though tiny attitude-streaks here and there he did reflect sometimes..
His other aspects taught me to be happy in-spite of this imperfect world at all times.
Unauthorized to feel the feel.. I feel like I am made of plaster..
Expressing any further would make my life a disaster...


Being a chime.. you wish the breeze was servile and discplined.. 
Being frivolous... there is no guess how many chimes you ruined..
Breeze moves on.. and the chime stops its melody..
Melodies leave memories.. years pass by and stories of past crushes become a comedy..