I have so often wondered more,
Who wrote you in my destiny.
The question has cutely lingered about here,
In the newly glorified days of my life.
You seem so carefree to me on the outside,
But you are a lovely-lovely angel in the inside.
We must learn patience & conservancy from birds,
They travel across oceans to breed in the seasons.
I enjoy gazing at your pretty name,
Just like I stared at stars in the clear night-sky.
A date will bolster the waiting time,
But we will keep in touch with you till then.
Such is the grandeur of the feeling we have for each other,
We are so steeped in love that it has seeped into our blood.
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC
I have so often wondered more,
Who wrote you in my destiny.
The question has cutely lingered about here,
In the newly glorified days of my life.
You seem so carefree to me on the outside,
But you are a lovely-lovely angel in the inside.
We must learn patience & conservancy from birds,
They travel across oceans to breed in the seasons.
I enjoy gazing at your pretty name,
Just like I stared at stars in the clear night-sky.
A date will bolster the waiting time,
But we will keep in touch with you till then.
Such is the grandeur of the feeling we have for each other,
We are so steeped in love that it has seeped into our blood.
My HP Poem #429
©Atul Kaushal
