It was the summers, was it not, when you and I met,
The spotlight was on me , and the stage was all set.
Many stopped by to say hello, admiring my poetic gallery ,
But who had known that the conversation we had that day, would begin an enchanting love story.
We played the mirroring game, copying each other’s response,
It was fun, it was cute, like twin flames we burned along.
Every day I would pen poems, and we would continue this new dance,
You would say beautiful love lines, inspiring me to make sparkling edits in romance.
And one night when I painted, a million love stars in the sky,
You were so surprised to see your stroke there, your reflections suggested a title more gorgeous to my eye.
Smiling, I confided, I wanted to make little changes from what you had to say,
You said just wait and watch, that you yourself would be making sparkling edits one of these days.
I laughed it off, never anticipating what would happen next,
And when I woke up to read the stages of love, oh my! I could not believe the golden text.
I was amazed and happy, radiant all through the day,
And unknown to both of us, we were opening a new book, writing our story in it in a poetic way.
I had the cold, you had the flu, and there was nothing we could do,
We were talking from dawn to dusk, and time just simply flew.
Those innocent verifications, birthday dreamcations, song dedications and inspirations,
With our rain dance under our umbrella , we became the Enchantress and the Magician.
We began to hangout, desiring to explore these romantic embers of attraction,
With luscious foreign ink filling our hearts, we were tasting the sweet spice of spring season.
Our unfinished first fiery collaboration , my shy hesitations and reserve,
It all feels so long back, doesn’t it honey, as we keep filling special pages to preserve.
We slowly made our own planet, planting blossoms more beautiful than any creation,
And soon our hearts were beating as one, tuning into our own romantic radio station.
With roses and wildflower pinned in my tresses, in the shade of the moon , I would draw in closer to you, ,,
Place my fingers over your poetic lips, as desire licked and grew. .
Be it my starry midnight dresses , or your eye rolling interpretations of symbols,
Nights and days started feeling complete only when, we could feel each other’s warm presence in our world.
You’ve been my safe haven many times, but one moment is very clear,
How you lovingly held my hand when I was panicking, patiently writing with me , gently easing my fear.
I’d newly become a professor and you made me smile so big, pretending to be my love struck student,
With your arm circling my waist, romantically cutting the cake , we started creating strawberry moments.
I know we have had our ups and downs, storms that rage and cry,
But we’ve reached out and never really let go, cause this bond we truly prize.
Relentlessly we tease each other, making it hard to sleep,
Slowly exploring intimacy and comfort, As in unison our hearts beat.
Though different celestial beauties stream through our windows, our love blossoms and thrives,
Alone we meet inside the hour glass, ignoring the hands of time.
Wrapped in each other’s arms beneath twinkling lights, we stir smouldering embers of desire,
Needing and yearning to be closer , we set our hearts on sensuous fire.
You’ve become the one, inside of you I’ve found my heart,
My safe haven to collapse, inside of you I fall apart.
My sweet mushy poet, my delicious dark chocolate, thank you for being all that you are,
You have soaked my life with utter joy, honey you are my rosiest romantic star.
Love you to the globe and back, love you to the stars and beyond,
Let’s keep flying across the universe, dancing to our own poetic song.
Three kisses on your heart, and a dash of velvet honey,
Oh come near, , let’s get lost in our own romantic poetry😘
©© SONA , December 10th 2018
All Rights Reserved.
I want to give my special Valentine flowers, but it has to be more than a dozen. I want to go out and rent a planet, so I can plant my lover a garden.
January is the beginning calendar date, the month that represents all things new. There’s fireworks and festivals on the streets, because partying is what you’re supposed to do.
From the magicians point of view!
It started off with a comment, from some enchanting words that sounded the same. Romance would become the common ground, that would turn the spark into a flame.