Grow With You

I wrote with my heart

Inked with my blood,

Decorated the words

That praise your love,

It ought to behold 

Brough many presents 

In wrapped years 

That grows,

Grey shades of your hairs

Embarks the evening 

Onboard to sail all hassle 

Out of the door,

The warm hot tea

Cools the hot breeze 

Blows in mind,

The broken petals 

Unite to grow new bubs

In the hut of earth,

Your lips turn to colours 

Still the smile matters

Fortunately your mine

At every shore we reached,

The mile the road turns

It seems less learnt,

Crossing the ways

Holding hands at any age.