While the rains lashed upon our roof,
A few saline drops melted in an embrace
And eyes conversed through tendrils of love;
Ours is a wild flower
The one you caress as a breeze
And before whispers blot the silence
Without a rush, let's steal a kiss...
In the still darkness of the night
Crumpled sheets tell a tale so different
Like when my fingers brushed against your palm
Amidst the hustle in the rickety bus
The mirrors lie, we've grown younger
Our hearts more vivacious than ever,
More than the mundane demeanour
The little fights spice it up and binds us stronger
Ours is a story too plain, and grey
Like my hair that separate each day
Paint it with joy, oil with care
Love's buttoned pain, together we shall share !
