A Foray into a girlish mind

A foray into a girlish mind..on the threshold of womanhood
When I was smitten for the first time... I was barely seventeen...
When I was smitten the second time... I was 21...
Now a ripe old woman of twenty five... I am smitten again!



Now this whole affair of being smitten has an old world charm...
The knee goes weak...the head feels heavy... the eyes bear crimson hue...
And before the ray of realization dawns...you are definitely not you!
Workstation seems a bubble of cloud...the poor old heart beats oh-so-loud!
"They say nothing lasts forever"...I wonder why it feels like fever?
Forever seems a bit too less... I try to be normal... tying up a tress!
Smile loses context... mind dwells around text!
And I feel so restless...God save me...
I am now a mature lass... lads look at me and miss their class!
Crushes are pass...so are flings...
Hero-worship is a clich thing
Then why does my heart often misses a beat?
Why do those eyes sweep off my feet?
There's one strange word I try to spell
There's one bit of me I am never gonna sell!
They may jeer they may mock...
I am smitten beyond...their talk!



And with all my frenzy...all my might
I'll rather be happy than being "right"!