A Tale of Love

Clandestine mornings. Passionate nights

Teary conversations. Desperate times

Tales of love. Epics of Deceit

A walk by the lake reliving memories.

Together they dreamt of the future unseen

A chalet by the river, patter of tiny feet

A lifetime they lived in those eight months

Ruthless.Carefree. Unabashed.

An end was inevitable they knew

To this journey that was too good to be true.

To the brutal worldly odds their love did succumb

A lonely abandoned life in the times to come.

A day will dawn they oathed

Their love will reunite and soar.

Carved in the future so long

An end together is all that they longed.

                                                        - (c) Swati Venkatraman