Teardrops Of Love

By Akshara Harini Gande

The stars glowed when she opened the basket,

and the moon brightened the

night light.

They dazed down the world and

embraced the warmth of the closeness.

Yet they were bound to be distanced.

The two beauties connected, and

it was stronger than sirius.

Cakes and butterflies had made the air perfect,

almost still,

But their hearts pounded as it became a whole.

Yet they were bound to be broken.

A smile cropped before the teardrops of heartache

it could never spell.

By Akshara Harini Gande