The Gesture Of Love

Staring up the sky,

Blanching memories, Take a heave of sigh!

Strings of love playing,

His caress navigating eternal, leaves me swaying,

This is how should be My love ;

Maybe the peaks too high

Or the troughs too low,

His seldom touch would let it all go,

May there be perplexed glitches

But he would unturn all stones and hitches,

This is how should be my love;

Forever respecting each others independence,

Though our souls swerve to interdependence,

May prevail, the charismatic blossom of trust,

In spite of the thorny sine, quo is a must!

This is how should be my love;

Sharing the Strength of wisdom,

Who even adds hues to the canvas of boredom,

The stillness of his face as the moon above,

Letting his audacity engrave in my nerve,

This is how should be my love.