Matured Love....

Greens and wide, cozy hide,

a wonderful lonely site...

Branched out strong, a shimmering bond,

Washing us bright, was that glittering light..

A world of our own,

we have woven so close,

Flowing so naturally in a gradual tone...

That look so right, in a withering night,

Those wet eyes, craving for a sight,

Now rest in peace, in a hold so tight...

Life has more reasons to stay bright.

Mature is this love, no more games to play,

Growing feelings now know their way...

Two became one, the soul now knows where to stay...

No more the bond is soft like the clay...

Kisses which meant affection, now also mean care...

Eyes that gazed long…now search for a glimpse of glare…

A touch of love, a touch of sight,

Make some wrong things….JUST SO RIGHT…

Those walk in the puddles, those memorable cuddles...

smoothly, happily , left behind are, so many hurdles

and moving on ahead also, this will be, together One, A FAMILY.