The Ball

You were late.

You arrived in your pretty maroon dress.

I knew that you were the most beautiful woman.

You asked “Do I look good?”

I smiled and nodded my head.

You came near me and whispered in my ears

“I think I look fat in this dress.”

“Baby, you look perfectly perfect to me.”

I whispered back.

I held your hand and took you to the dance floor.

It was awkward.

We both didn’t know how to dance.

But I don’t know why it felt easier than what I feared.

Or maybe having you in my arms made it easier.

You would laugh awkwardly in-between.

We would go left-left right-right

Make a shy square.

I would turn you in the most perfect circle

Just to see you land in arms.

Sometimes I went too fast.

Sometimes you moved the wrong feet.

Sometimes my eyes met your eyes

And I knew I was in love with you.

If you were here with me right now in my arms,

You would place your hands across my cheeks and ask me

“Darling, how do you remember so much from that day?

 It happened 50 years back.”

I would reply

“Baby

  That day I realized

  You are my queen.

  You are perfect for me.

  You are the most beautiful person in the world.

  You are my glue that will join me whenever I will break.

  You are the person that knows me the best.

  And yet you ask me this question just to hear that

  I love you

  And I remember everything about us.”