His Love to Mine

A year has passed since,

the epitome of his love 

withered all my wince,

The canopy of love then

Now stands full of blossoms

She tries her best even,

To fulfill with the same love,

 However cumbersome.

The roads he grated with 

the aroma of his chime,

The meadows he trimmed 

to entice the greenery in lime,

The horizon he captured

to allure his dreams with mine

Making my love grow with all my heart

and kind.

The wink of her tears

He shadows with his dimples

The notorious lines 

Stabbing her forehead

He then sits with a glass of vine

To vanquish out all

unworthy and dead.

The realm of a year

With many more to follow,

He tranced my life 

From a nomad to fruits of wallow

Every bitter vile of the past

He washed with colours and cast,

With fights of bitter and sweet

Your love keeps me purported every beat.