Remarkable was the day of our birth,
Remarkable was our childhood,
And the years that followed too soon,
Remember our journey one last time,
Before you close my eyes.

With the sword of truth,
With no letter of acknowledgement,
My every poem had bloomed from you,
Whenever you rose as the Sun,
And neither you nor me know that.

Passionate was the life of arts,
Passionate was the stage that served me,
The haunting paradise in dreams,
Passionately firing emotions in me,
That finally melted the stone that was me.

Love was revealed by your sunshine,
Love that was long searched for,
As the snow melting from Mount,
Lovely lit the evening alive,
With diamond-like mist and smiles.

Turned lakes into rivers,
Turned rivers into oceans,
Of undeterring waves of soulness,
Trusting the hopes of future,
That twists the cord of love.

True is the union of our souls,
True is our compassion for each other,
Unrequited and requited,
Thriving the heart to unite,
Through death or life.

Remarkable With Passionate Love Turned True
🌙☀️🗻❄️🌊


#WritcoPoemPrompt29

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