“LOVEVINE”
A medley of deep crafted passion
By Sobhan Pramanik
In the golden light of a burning wax mould...
I see her twinkling eyes having the memories, old...
She was worried about the tomorrow that is untold...
I held her hand and promised to walk into the future, bold.
Under the night sky calm and dark...
I wish our love is always marked...with its entity as eternity...with its depth as divinity.
She is in my arms, warm and cozy...complementing the air, rosy.
It’s the darkness and a glass of wine...that trapped us in this love-vine.
She curled her lips and blew the candle down....as we kissed till the dawn gulped the night down.
I see her twinkling eyes having the memories, old...
She was worried about the tomorrow that is untold...
I held her hand and promised to walk into the future, bold.
Under the night sky calm and dark...
I wish our love is always marked...with its entity as eternity...with its depth as divinity.
She is in my arms, warm and cozy...complementing the air, rosy.
It’s the darkness and a glass of wine...that trapped us in this love-vine.
She curled her lips and blew the candle down....as we kissed till the dawn gulped the night down.
Author- Sobhan Pramanik,
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