TOUCHING...

I found this poem in a community in orkut... i liked it, so i thought i would put it up here... by the way, it was written by someone under the pen name, Enigma...

The day begins afresh, bright and new,
Welcoming the event in its surreal dawn
The Angel known fully to the selected few,
Turns an year older, counting the day she was born

Dressed in silks of pearl white,
She steps daintily into the hall
Her eyes glowing with pride, so bright,
Stealing the attention of one and all

Behind the shadows stays a poor young man,
Praised by his fellowmen, and cursed by Fate
By his love for the dame, an ardent fan
A bouquet rests in his hand, for his soul mate

Great men step forward to present their gifts,
He waits till the end, patience, he has a lot
Kneeling before her, head bowed, the wreath he lifts,
Will she grace his love or not?

- Enigma