The Bond of Tying Tie

 Red, Black, Blue and Grey,

They were hanging in a sway.

As I touched each one,

My bangles rustled along the run.

Thinking about the shirt,

I picked blue leaving behind the rest.

Its texture was soft and smooth,

Felt like a feather when moved.

Its fragrance was sweet,

Familiar and neat.

I held it near my heart,

Closed my eyes, went deep down from start.

Everything about it was so beautiful,

My eyes were nearly full.

I turned around,

Saw him with a smile and little frown.

He was watching me since long,

And I was in my own world of song.

His eyes questioned,

My smile answered.

I encircled my arms around him,

He pulled me towards him.

Shyly, I wrapped the tie around his collar,

He gave me a peck of million dollars.

Tying a tie,

May be an art to try.

But for me, from selecting one,

To tying it, was everything to won.

My heart knows and believes firm,

This tying tie has made a bond for confirm.