The Hairband (2)
I dreamt of you last night, With long hair tied in a ponytail. You followed me around On a dark forest road, Watching me like a hawk. And when I fell down In a muddy ditch, My clothes sullied and brown, You offered me your hand, Asking me if I was okay. "What are you doing here?" I demanded, knowing very well That you had been protecting me All along under the garb of being aloof. "I told you, I'm always right behind you," You said, as I held your hand to climb out. I looked at your hair again. It was much longer than I've ever seen. You looked so different now, Not the shy man I had known before. "Where's your hairband now? " I asked, remembering the only time I had seen you in it, when my heart Had stopped to find you so beautiful, Like a hushed breath that never makes a sound. "Do you still think I'm sexy?" you asked. "I think you are even more sexier than before, " I answered coquettishly with a lau