When you are my maiden;
The roses in my backyard garden
Never wilts- to my wonder
Making my heart to ponder.
When I recall our time;
That we had- a beautiful paradigm:
The ecstasy of togetherness and harmony
Still remain buried under my acceptability.
To revive what happened earlier
And to begin a new collection of our memoir,
The roses in my backyard garden
Are yet blooming to your pardon.
When days countdown to 14th of February,
The bouquet of roses is our alchemy,
Tagged, “Be My Valentine.”
Stochastic Poesy 