CRYPTIC FRIENDSHIP

Golden are her eyes, bright and lustrous,

When I see through them I feel victorious. 

My eight legged friend, is immensely mysterious. 

” How all she manage and still walk like an actress?”

I recall the day,the way,we met,

There is some chemistry between us,I bet.

She is a peach from inglorious domain,

I pray she stays with me in life’s lane.

Another day she was there, more beautiful she was days before ,

We convened; she smiled and seized me, glimpsing her frequently,

We randomly meet,in the way, to be humanistic,

I tried to reveal her to myself, but she’s still mystic.

I don’t know how will she understand my feelings,

Or is there same such thing with her ,what I’m dealing?