The Date

Hey Sweetheart, Would you be my date,
Would you get ready and look nice just for me,
Would you spend your precious time with me,
Would you put on that red dress and wear red lipstick for me,

And in your favorite hotel i am waiting for you in my tuxedo suit,
My desperate mind trying to imagine you,
But my imagination power is falling short to draw your picture,
Maybe there isn't description for your beauty,
Maybe i am yet to invent words to describe you


There you are at the door, looking gorgeous,
Your innocent eyes, looking for me,
I call your name, and i get in your sight,
Our eyes on each other, wide smile on our faces,

You are walking toward me, i am unable to take my eyes off you,
I move forward, want to meet you so eagerly,
Then you near me, ask me obvious question,
"How do i look?" your face looking up at me,

I lean toward you, whispering in your ears,
"Beautiful.......more than i can imagine.",
Gave you a rose which i bought for you,
That Priceless blush on your face, i can die for,
"Thank you very much" your reply with joy,

What a bliss it is to listen to your talk,
Gaze in your eyes hypnotized me,
Your attempt to keep your lips color intact while eating food,
Made me laugh,

On the terrace, you stare at the moon and stars in sky,
While i look those stars in your eyes,
Breeze would make your hairs fly, and i just keep adjusting them,
Aroma of your perfume would make air better
Why this night, why this moment doesn't go on forever,
Why all good things come to an end.