I still love him!
.
At Times our sky is pitch black,
fear haunts around.
It's hard to see,
It's hard to feel.
I still love him!
.
At times our sky is
pink, orange, blue, and white.
It's hard to call it a sunrise,
It's hard to call it a sunset.
I still love him!
.
At times our sky is grey and glum,
there are fierce storms,
and there is howling wind,
and there is heavy downpour,
I still love him!
.
For there is a comfort of togetherness,
in the darkest of times.
For there is a feel of caring moments,
in the paths I feel lost.
For there a wait for colorful rainbow
in the sky once the sun smiles brighter!
© Pooja Waghela