In the days of youth, when dreams were bright,
And college halls glowed soft with light,
A friend in strife pulled me along,
To settle scores where tempers thronged.
But fate, it seems, had plans anew,
For down the stairs, she came in view—
A fleeting glance, a heartbeat missed,
And love was born within a twist.
At a humble tuition hall we met,
A moment carved I can't forget.
So drawn to her, I joined her class,
Just to watch the hours pass.
Her name, a mirror to my own,
A sign, perhaps, from stars unknown.
Each day I watched, in silence stayed,
While hopes grew bold and fears delayed.
I tried to speak, to break the ice,
But she replied, her tone not nice.
She didn't want the games of love,
She kept her peace, the stars above.
She thought the crowd that called my name
Was teasing her, a cruel game.
I reached again — she slipped away,
And bunked the class that very day.
Yet months went by, I stayed sincere,
With every no, I held her near—
Not in touch, but heart and mind,
Hoping one day she'd be kind.
And then, one day, her silence broke,
A single word — the dream I spoke.
She talked to me, and in that light,
I felt the stars align just right.
For six long months, I chased her grace,
And finally saw a smiling face.
That moment made my spirit sing—
The world had given me everything.