Love

By Sneha Singh

When we fall in love,

We start admiring the nature,

Like the Sun is smiling at me.

Trees are growing for my nurture,

Blossoming fragrances come near me,

Cold winds touching me to feel,

How beautiful it is to love!

Dewy grass reminds me of future,

Coming days I will meet someone,

In the fog he will encircle me,

Let you not see him,

He will hold you such closing your eyes,

The sky will capture this picture.

The sound of his breathe,

Will give you biggest adventure,

Then you will call out his name,

With immense pleasure.

By Sneha Singh