I remember that warm greet you gave me,in the cold chilly winters,

That hug you gave defined your inexplicable puerile love for me,

You promised to be the summer flower in my winter chilled thought,

You intrigued the new definition of fidelity,promised to be that shine on my window of heart,

Entranced by your words of humility,I saw a bridge of flowers leading to our new bubbling valentine house,

Promise is what I have,I choose to hold it,embrace that tenderness,may be one day you will see what all for I have been craving for..

Published by Devika Mathur