Stranger In The Night #2

let me tell you a story

come one come all

and listen to my tale of love

with a little pinch of suspense.

i met a stranger in the night

on a rather dark night

i couldn't put a name 

nor a face to her.

but mesmerized i was

by her melodious voice

all i ever heard her utter

was ''good evening''

three days later

my stranger in the night

came back again

at night.

a friend of mine

walked up to her

and told her about my poem,

my affections for the stranger without a name

nor face.

walking up to her 

with the little courage i can muster

"can i put a name to the face" i asked

and yes!i've seen the face.

and it made my heart picking a race

beating erratically against my chest.

running without rest.

she is what you call "An Angel"

ebony of utmost perfection

black clad beauty.

the best of presents are best covered.

An ideal muslimah

with the perfect mix of humility,beauty and calm.

my stranger in the night went home

but she is no more a stranger

we meet to part, 

but we also part to meet.

her name is Aisha.

and i believe she is gorgeous!!!!!!