Souls bonded in silver lights;
Mesmerized by her.
Fragrance of lilacs breathed around;
Silky feel of hers made me.
Glowness of pinkish lavender lips;
Tastes never the less like golden honey.
Coldness to be covered by heat;
That made my skin pimple.
Dwelled in joy was I;
Wish the moments never to have ended.
Roaster calls from far;
Dawn made its way.
Waiting for silver lights;
To be bonded in souls again.