“Roses and they

She had shown him many things,
She had made him feel joys of many springs,

They had been to many places together,
They had found love in each other,

He had believed in her and her every word,
He had erected on the highways of his heart her every memories’ billboard,

She had travelled on them for many years,
She had never let time’s brevity be the reason for her fears,

So they felt every passing day, they experienced life of love,
So much, that they even felt loved by the feeling of love,

She waited for him in every moment,
She felt it was him whenever a leaf fell or she felt some movement,

He too felt the same; as she felt,
He to with her in his own heart dwelt,

They lived a life that was unlamented by all virtues,
They were kissed by life’s joys and and beauty’s all possible hues,

He was unremitting when it came to loving her,
He always wanted to be with her, forever together,

Then one day they slept under a rose bush in full bloom,
Then I beheld them being woven together on the life’s loom,

He now lives within her and she lives within him,
She is the rose bush that radiates with a different light under the moonlight dim,

He is the roses which only bloom for her,
And she is the rose bush that only grows for him forever!”