I WAS THE ICARUS ITSELF

That one morning.
The world seemed to slow down.
The piano tune was suddenly played in my head.
I was like Jack Dawson who first saw Rose Dewitt Bukater on Titanic Ship.

I looked up to see the beauty.

I shut my eyes hearing his talking.

Was he even a siren singing?

Beautiful voice to lure the sailors before wrecking their ships.  

He was standing beautifully in white.

Smile sheepishly in front of the mortals.

Giggling adorably over something. 

I froze in my place forget how to breathe.

Who was this man graciously walking? 

Those piercing eyes got me hypnotised.

His smile as bright as morning light. 

I believed the earth has two suns. 

The greek myth once has its story.

Icarus fell because he was too close to the sun.

He was the sun.

I was the Icarus itself.

I was being pulled down by his beauty.