A pearl on her cheek

She with her white dress on her couch of old timber with cushioning mattress,
She lies on the side witth her face resting on her hand folded, fingers touching her chin

Every day at night in her lonely home over the hill on planet satellite revolving around it she waits for him with a tear drop on her left cheek turning into pearl as it drops on his chest which holds near to her heart his picture frame on that timber couch of king's time.

The pearls collected by her in every morning puts them in a jewelry box, which grew more than a garland of his tall.

-jessy jacob
Missing him very badly
Never knew he is just close to me that i keep missing him badly till now.

Loving you kanna.