Remembrance — 2

If not loveshare me your sorrows Gaze me with your grief stricken eyes Unfold me your mulberry desires and lily dreams Embellish my lap with paper flowers that emanate innocence in chaosHold me with your raisin touch and kiss my scarlet lips Drown me in your malachite eyes and aureolin bloom smile The color of… Continue reading Remembrance — 2


The luminosity of her eyes, And her rose gold tainted blush. The redness of her strawberry lips, And the sunflower kisses, She softly paints on his skin. The spellbound forelsket she gives, And all this takes him to her Love and limerence. Indeed, she is his wonderwall. -SHREYA