A piece

Just a description of an imaginary person

Have you ever seen her the way she brushes her hair with her fingers

to the side of her face completely to one side with the movement of her hand tiding her hair nicely

with that smile on her face glowing all the way from every corner of her eyes

with that blinking movement on her radiantly glittering cheeks 

and with that shape of her lips so attractive and spellbinding

I find myself mesmerising over the sight of her dazzling expression on her face

The ensemble that she wears on her body  with the perfect selection of color

and the walk that she walks around with a purpose to complete a task on her hand

the tense on her face with an expectation of complication over a simple problem

She tends to care to the depth of unknown height with such emotions

one should be lucky to have someone like her beside to hold a hand

I find myself under her influence to wonder have I ever been so caring

The source of light with her presence is not the electricity that you switch on

The soothing voice of her smile that is vibrating the surrounding is from her lips

and the movement of her hand over her face during that moment is simply intoxicating

and it is actually a difficult to take ones eyes off of her without blinking

and not to lost control over self in that hypnotising hour with her

I find myself dreaming an instance with her again and again as if it is happening all the time

I find myself wondering her presence with her smile around me all the time

i am just writing a piece of amazing moment with her

and there is no words, no sentences and no expression to complete a moment with her

she is in fact just a piece, a piece and always a piece

whether that piece is unique or special or priceless but my piece