The Crumpled Note

I Love Her, I Love Her,
Read the crumpled note,
And struck a bolt to mind
Of the mom, that echoed
A panoply of thoughts. 

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Who, What and Why?
She asked to herself.
And it seemed a rehearsal,
A final one,
Before the actual bout. 

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Calm, and composed
Looked the curly haired,
As the mother came near her.
The glare of her furious eyes
Failed to unnerve the sublime teen. 

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She is beautiful, Mom,
Answered she subtly.
And confidence seemed to build,
With every adjective,
That described her love. 

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Loud and clear, she continued,
To talk about her love
And she never fell short of words.
Mom was now, eager to know,
To whom the kisses were blown. 

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The mom’s heart paced faster,
As her daughter flipped the book
And with gleaming eyes,
She pointed to her love –
Her beloved teacher. 

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Kirti V