An 'enemy', too

"Your warm smile fascinates me...!"
i stared at the open letter,
and the words stared back at me:
your warm smile fascinates me!
insisted an 'enemy' from the rival school,
how could a staunch Barian -
have smiled to a Sulaimanian?
and when...?
at 14?
and the 17-year-old 'enemy' said
my warm smile fascinated him?!

Well, our paths did cross:
as i and sis took our daybreak walk,
to the station, half a mile away,
to catch the school bus;
and when i think back...
yes, i do recall, the 'enemy' on his bike
did cross our path,
all dressed in angel white -
(we Barians were in navy blue)
on his way to his elite school...

Early in the morning,
in the semi-darkness;
amidst the dewdrops and vapour drops,
and the fallen petals under my feet:
an angelic smile, he must have imagined,
he must have thought, he saw...?!
and plucked up enough courage,
one day his bike to ride across the road -
a letter to hand, and play his own postman:
i could have died - standing there,
under the yellow tree, on the yellow petals,
staring in dazzed amazement, and embarassment,
at the beautiful floral envelope,
in the enemy's extended hand...!

Thus we had crossed enemy lines,
when a 17-year-old had had the courage to say:
"Your warm smile fascinates me";
thus we had started a friendship,
when the 14-year-old braved herself to reply:
"Thank you, didn't know i was smiling!"
or something to that effect -
that started a friendship, behind enemy lines...!