#WritcoPoemPrompt70
You took my pulse without ever touching me,
Like honey and flowers, you were my bumble-bee.
Every moment you spent with me is a special one,
For you are my sweet rising sun.
The echoes of your laughter linger within my heart,
who knows why we ever grew apart.
I miss the happy old days when you were with me,
my dear younger self - forever yours, I wanna be.
Here I held out my hand, for you to hold,
and guide me along the path that'll unfold.



© Sharvi patil