Dyen

Stern face, prying eyes
Strict bearing, and silent type
Unsympathetic is all I thought that she is
From the tips of her hair to the soles of her feet

Someone who doesn't smile I suppose
And whose firm and stiff stance I estimate never grow soft
But all were pictures painted by wrong notion
When I gain acquaintance with this person

Her apathetic image fades in a sudden
When smile registered on her face
And her utterance of great wisdom and intelligence
A demeanor so dignified, so reserved, so feminine

The once ferocious lion is now a tamed cat
I'm glad that from her friendly zone, she has finally come out
A one of its kind friend, not a fied
A lass so affectionate, not indifferent

Thoughts of this story never fail to make me smile
Whenever its ironic beginnings pop out of my mind
The face of the woman that I used to dread
Is now the portrait of the person I admire.