One morn, I gaze her eyes and she, mine
It was a dream, I later realise.
She doth speak sweet, but terse, mine.
Who I ask casts this cosmic dice?
My joys and her sorrows, ours, now
This we pledge to each other as a vow.
In the midst of roses I kiss and bow
and rest in her bosom, pale and heavy
We hem, haw… sweet nothings, they say
With hips closer, I kiss again, but her lips
treating her reprimands as funny
for I intend to carry our show for keeps.
Like this we live and fear not, now and ever
for any tempest that might cross our dream.
By Vinesh Kumar
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