He was a traveller,
lost in the dreaded desert...
"A spot of oasis" was she,
quenching all his discomfort.

During his darkest days,
with him.....when no one stayed.
she was the one.
During his darkest hours,
when only sorrows showered,
she came up.

He was no less than a barren land,
for which "the spring" , she was...
No doubt..... he enjoyed her presence, in the past.
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Now, this spring is no more,
and the winter has taken-up the shore.
But still,he's waiting....waiting for the hour, when
this land will be again blessed
with the spring's prettiest flower....

but this wait ...... not at all feels great!!!