Our Bond

This is us

Not bound to perish,
is my bond with you.
Just not well nourished,
the seeds of our hues.
The ignited spark like addiction,
is there stored inside.
Lightning bolt like fixation;
I got for you in my heart,
soul and mind.
The gloaming hour of the day
is the witness of our rendezvous
and the nights when I have prayed
are the proves of my ardour.
You’re out of my reveries
but still, you live in the clouds.
The land is my reality
and I see you from down below
shouting your name loud.
When the flakelets will fall over
We’ll find each other under the mistletoe
with hands clutched and lips sealed.
Staring in the eyes ,
Swaying slow.

Stardust
~ naively romantic
Maanya 🍪