Till Death Do Us Apart

By Khushee Joshi

We write about the skies and trees

Or fallen leaves

The seas, the ocean,

The rhythm of their motion

The farm fields with fireflies

And the stars in the night skies,

So many words describe the same feeling

A hundred metaphors full of meaning

But now that I am with you,

I have nothing to compare love too

Except the beating of our hearts

Till death do us apart.

By Khushee Joshi