The Epitome of Love
I stare at the lustrous, spangled sky.
With my love beside me,
Lying on the grass carpet,
Pretending his hand as my pillow.
I blush, he stares at me,
I blush again with a smile.
He puts his finger up in the air,
Showing the seven bright stars
Amongst the millions little sparks in the sky,
And says, “These seven depicts our love”.
I smile again and ask, ‘How?’
He says with his eyes closed,
‘The first one form the left is the symbol of our union.
And the second from the left,
Denotes the vividness of the vows we made.
The third of the stars symbolizes,
The purity of our love, the sanctity of our souls.
The next one depicts the dreams that we have woven together,
The fifth luminous speck points the loyalty
That we gifted each other.
The sixth one says that we are inseparable,
Only death do us part.’
And I ask then, fretfully,
‘And what does the little one at the end stands for?’
He smiled and replied, with my hands on his,
‘The little one embodies the little soul,
That will be our world.’
I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 1st - 7th September 2013