The Credit Love

She left for the market early morning

And bought

A rose in credit for my sake.

After several centuries

Saint Valentine sacrificed his life for love,

In a morning,

She rose up by me

And said–

'Happy Valentine'.

The breeze kept up blowing

The petals of flowers kept up falling off the sky

The time kept up being lovesome and magical

Then she hugged me

Made me soak in fully in the monsoon of love

And kissed my lips

Lightly

I got senseless with the kiss of the flower,

I was shaken up by her kiss,

She smiled sweetly

And vanished

Along with the credit smile.

Leaving behind a strange fragrance.

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