Love is,
to wake up
every morning
and the first façade
my eyes will fall onto,
is yours.
And the very first
smile of yours
emblazoned
in the wake
of morning sunshine
kindling my soul
to start the day anew.
Days are passing briskly.
Leaving our pages
scribbled with
thousands of memories;
ebbed and flowed,
and for us to flip through
embracing the reminiscence
in years to come.
As we walk
through the aisle
and my fingers
tied in between yours,
crafting many more vestiges,
fashioning voluminous
new days ahead,
using our own
blend and brew
and that’s how
our love grows
zealous and deeper.
fingers are dancing through the keys
accompanied by the melody of
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| p.s.: two hundreds days, Alhamdulillah. |
