Here he comes,......My Beloved

An Ode to Everlasting Love.


Its the time of the year again,
when the earth is blessed by rain.
The parched earth sings its sweet melody,
not heard but oozes out  fragrance mildly.

Its the time of the year
when my beloved comes home
to his darling dear,
My most trusted friend,
Tides high or low,
He would be there till the end
come what may,
ready to face any blow.

Its the time of the year,
when love is in the air,
Time and again,
its like spring after rain,
Love blossoms,
Hope these buds
last forever, and ever
never to whither.                                        
                                                - Kavitha 
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