Love

He handed me a rose and later texted me a beautiful prose,

"Your soft skin resemble the petals,

I could feel and touch you till all my restlessness settles. 

I could stare at your beauty,

And I hope you never find me petty. 

I could hold you all my life with gentleness and care,

And would you believe me when I say to you that you're rare. 

You too have flaws like thorns in a rose,

But then it's always been YOU whom I have chose. 

There'll come a day when I'll no longer exist in this world,

You must visit my grave everyday with a rose in hand, 

And sit for sometime and read to me my favorite couplets of poetry from my books that are placed on the mahogany stand.

I promise that you'll see me smile and I'll wait for you till the day comes when you'll be here by my side.

Do shed a tear or two whenever you think of me and feel my absence in your life.

I hope I'm not asking much cause that's how much I love thee,

And I hope you share the same feelings about me."