The beginning of love

She saw her reflection in the mirror
Marvelling at the sight
Of the beautiful kohl rimmed eyes
And the iridiscent smile
Of the sunlight streaming through the strands of her hair
Of the blood colored spot between her pencilled eyebrows
And the pearled nosepin
Lending a lustruous glow to her flawless face
And realised she was perfect in herself
She wondered what had made her perceive today
What she had never realised all along
Could it be love?
She thought of him every minute
His brown eyes
His face chiselled to perfection
The charm in his manner
The integrity in his demeanour
The melody in his voice...
She wanted to be with him
But he was more perfect than even she
More a man than a boy
She was but a girl
Who thought of him with a fondness
That could well be mere attraction
She had resolved to never fall prey
To attraction so superficial in her eyes
But what was this?
She was drawn to him
Like bees to nectar.
He was all off what she had ever wanted
But would she stand a chance?
Sighing, she turned away
Tomorrow was another day...