“It is you,” he said, ever so softly,
“You are the rose of my heart,” his eyes shaded with unspilt tears.
The wind did bring it to her ears,
It carried it far and wide, across oceans,
Across mountains, and through rushing tides.
“Catch it, and keep it close to your heart,” he whispered.
She touched the tender wisps of his words that felt soft on her lips.
She heard his voice as a gentle caress,
She caught it, while its softness endeared him to her heart,
Bearing a craving for his love,
To embrace her in the petals of his love, wrapped in rose buds of eternal flame.
-shobana-
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