“I love you more than words can wield the matter,
Dearer than eyesight, space and liberty”
— William Shakespeare
To your loving whispers,
Like bees humming into my ears.
You stealing glances,
Like moon peeping through the clouds.
Your fingers running through my hair,
Like waves brushing against the shores.
About the seasons and moments,
And walk down the memory lane.
The winters too cold;
Warmed by your sheer presence,
The summer mornings and iced lemon tea.
In the rain and holding hands,
Under a single umbrella.
Smell your coolness and sense your fondle,
Like salty breeze flirting with the evenings.
You would come back,
Like echos do from the mountains.
So what if;
The world coerces us to forfeit our love,
Like draining out all blood from the veins.
You and I;
Fire and wind;
Fire that ignites solely with the wind,
Soul and body;
Soul that inculcates life into the body.
The love we share;
Like parallels, walking together yet never intersect,
Like sun melting into the sea but never consumed,
Like conjoined by heart still seem far apart.
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