Your mere presence made my life
so beautiful and spry
Yet this spring of frisky romance
was to die.
Being mortal, yet I let it slip
from my memory,
That there’s an expiry not only
to our bodily existence but also to our poignant emotions
Lamenting over the forthcoming
days of wailing is futile
Rather smirking over the past
cherished moments is pragmatic;
Eyes brimmed with tears of sweet
love notions
And sighs in remembrance of the
intimacy that we shared.
The reminiscence of your spellbinding
love still lies within me
Bringing a camber on my fragile lips
which still carry your soft touch.
The ecstasy of being yours is
incomparable to any contentment and sanctity
The beatitude of bestowing my
entire existence to only you has its own level of vivacity.
I won’t cry anymore over this final
adieu
Rather I would live every moment
of this serene ambiance filled with your presence.
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