I feel her breath, though she’s unseen,
A heartbeat whispers where she’s been.
We’re bound by souls, not flesh nor bone,
In past lives’ echoes, love is known.
Her eyes, they sparkle, stars in night,
In darkened space, a guiding light.
Though seas and oceans part our way,
In hills and valleys, thoughts do stray.
Her hair, a breeze that cools my face,
In every strand, a tender grace.
Her gaze, a dive into the deep,
An ocean’s pull, a love to keep.
Her hand in mine, I soar above,
On unicorns through skies of love.
Over rainbows, high and free,
In her touch, my heart’s decree.
-P. Sri vardhan
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 11:29 AM UTC
I feel her breath, though she’s unseen,
A heartbeat whispers where she’s been.
We’re bound by souls, not flesh nor bone,
In past lives’ echoes, love is known.
Her eyes, they sparkle, stars in night,
In darkened space, a guiding light.
Though seas and oceans part our way,
In hills and valleys, thoughts do stray.
Her hair, a breeze that cools my face,
In every strand, a tender grace.
Her gaze, a dive into the deep,
An ocean’s pull, a love to keep.
Her hand in mine, I soar above,
On unicorns through skies of love.
Over rainbows, high and free,
In her touch, my heart’s decree.
-P. Sri vardhan