The Voice (A Sonnet)

It was a rainy day when I saw you;

You walked with grace and stood tall in the haze;

The pleasantness of your face radiated;

Magnetized me many meters ahead.

Clouds of confusion rumbled and jumbled;

A crazy well of emotions overflowed.

"How can I stop this?", that I asked myself;

Embarrassing it would be, If this persists.

So, I sat down, looked away and sighed;

I closed my eyes and  counting how I tried;

Hoping that by then, you're already gone.

Then I heard a voice calling out my name;

I looked around and there you were standing;

You smiled making me breathless and beaming.