Like a tree's deciduous shed
although, leaving it all bare
a promise of a green herald of spring
is rendered over its hand.
The tree howbeit, yet the same sturdy,
shouldering every passing bird a rest,
stands still, tall and mighty.
Indistinguishable, is the love that we share.
Like the tree out stretching its exposed arms
embracing both fall and fame with a flair,
we too await the harbinger of hope,
despite every despair.
An annual change,
seldom does alter a love that is true.
Like the tree withstanding gales
myriad battles have been conquered by us too.
But unlike, the tree deciduous
with parting leaves,
our love shall bloom evergreen,
in every verse we meet.
The miles, the uncertainties may part us regardless,
but neither the earth's revolutions
nor a change in calendar can decipher
how far we've arrived surpassing each precariousness.
A cyclone or a drought may perish after all.
Us and the tree.
But, till eternity my lines 'll read aloud
thy love for me and mine for thee.
Until, the branches bloom again
and our arms intertwine in glory,
let the roots extend boundless and
lets keep our love cocooned in harmony,
of perennial love poesy.
@pari-phrasis
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