The Saga Of Love

Guardians of floodgates have ceased to control surge

Dewy drops have breezed past eyelashes to stride along fissures of gaping reality 

Haunt my spirit and soul memories rekindle glorious chapters of yore 

Those were the days...dipped in the ambrosia of love from twosome...

We merged to become one exuded sublimity in life's each pleat and 

Fold decorated with respect bonding's treasure trove

My forlorn visage pleads for a reason to smile for, 

I am sore with a wound and scar for a long yearning for a genuine cogent twinkle to burst into a soulful song.