Like an enchanting gift,

The changing season has endowed;

Like the blossoming of a thrill,

Enriched by a sweet embrace;

You unfolded as a poem on the alluring

Tender branches of my first love, when we both

Started, dreaming of the mysteries of love..

I sought you, my first love, forgetting everything

Around me, fluttering like a wild butterfly,

All over places and time, in and out;

I liquefy myself into you, through the spell

Of your honeyed seductive smiles,

And turned into a swan wading in the pools of heaven,

To become a flamingo with resplendent plumes;

Like the full moon traversing, among the silvery clouds.

The day when you tried to bid farewell to me,

Wilted by the stinging distress in your mind;

Our dreams shattered, its wings clipped off

Into smithereens, scattering into silence,

All the emotions rancid, and mortified..

And my mind whispers mutely;

“All good wishes for a happy married life.”

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Wistful memoirs.