My poetry is the only way to live with you , In my words I dance with you and bathe in Moon kissed night. Remember the lavender April- the day when we first flew in our sky. Now I speak to the wall about my emptiness, I sculpture my dreams in the vernal words. Your sojourn embossed in my empty heart. I visit our garden of memories every day I sit exactly where you use to sit and smile. At night I enter your dream land and wave At you from the balcony of your heart and write our promises in the papers everyday That one day I will hand all to you at once. Enamoured! my face kissed by your words, Our vintage love I have framed in my heart And surreptitiously cry in my insipid smile. Your pulchritudinous demure I carry on my chest, And count upon it to say, " this was the love and will be". //Aquib //
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