I saw just a glimpse of him, <br />Dark and handsome, noble as a king; <br /> <br />I saw, just a glimpse of him, <br />Behind a window with tinted film; <br /> <br />His eyes spoke of a promise, <br />Deeper than a lusting kiss. <br /> <br />I saw, just a glimpse of him <br />Like a fragment of a surreal dream; <br /> <br />I whispered softly, ‘what is thy name’? <br />And he signed it on the window pane, <br /> <br />I drew out a mirror, to reveal the truth, <br />His name spelled out as ‘SOLITUDE’<br /><br />Sagarika Julka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/solitude-184/
