Looking around the theatre; she felt alone, lost,
Her eyes becoming moist,
She wore her short pretty white dress
And amidst the crowd and noise,
Came his voice,
“Here, my beautiful princess!”
She clutched his hand tighter,
And so, reassured she felt.
And on hearing the popcorn pelt,
She hurried with him to the counter.
Her eyes twinkled brighter,
Seeing the butter on the popcorn melt.
Their seats they occupied,
All set to enjoy their ride.
The movie began
And into her soft hand, his fingers smoothly ran.
Thus the movie began that:
“Once there lived
a girl: quiet n’ pretty.
But whom the world believed –
A bore: mute, not witty.
A shy girl; quite reserved,
The corner was her place to stay,
Insanity buried, kept preserved,
Shown to none who came her way,
Soon, her prince she met,
As did he, his beautiful girl.
Who fell in love with her every curl,
For he was the oyster to this pearl.
‘The time has arrived,’
She thought,
Her fun-loving side no longer had to rot,
Her inhibitions had to be fought.
That day, she felt a joy,
A joy she never felt before.
Freedom was hers to enjoy,
The petty bore not in sight anymore.
This couple was admired many a times:
For whatever may be the times –
Times of bliss or of sorrow
Their love was consistently greater tomorrow..”
“The End” they showed,
After which, followed
An exchange of look and a smile had grown,
They felt, a movie on them had been shown.
On her face,
Rolled down a tear of happiness,
He wiped her face,
And also put back the tress,
Which fell on her face,
And tightly embraced his little princess.
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