Mr Stork
Orange tinge of blue and purple,
Coloured the wide infinite skies,
Bright shiny rays of the Sun,
Descending gently across the horizon,
Danced gracefully from the reflection,
Of the glass of wine on the high table,
She took a sip of her Rosé Savignon,
Bitter yet mildly sweet just as she likes it,
"Cheers to you baby",
His deep tender voice said
Serene breeze of March,
Brushed through her long wavy hair,
The piquant taste of truffles,
Smothered all over the crispy salted fries,
Lingered on her moist red lips,
He knew her soul too well,
The distance between the two ends,
Of the big round coffee table,
Was perhaps too far,
Snuggling by her side,
In her wide cushioned carvers,
Both were lost,
In their intense worldly conversation,
With a mixture of her childish jokes,
And his profound sacrcasm,
Still and deeply in love,
Greeted the darkness of the nightfall,
As the moon made its way up saying hello,
Laughing their woes away,
And filling their jar of hearts,
By the island city's skyline,
On pedestal rooftop of the 30th floor,
Amidst the monsoon clouds,
Gathered silently above their heads,
One particular ball of gas gleamed,
As she made her wish on that sparkling white star,
Something whispered in her ear,
Wishing this evening would forever stay still,
Just to dwell in his peaceful presence,
Walking down the pavements
Under the bright starry sky,
Words played between them to and fro,
As if time ceased to exist,
Safe and sound she felt,
With his embrace,
Green and brown leaves laid on the soft sod,
They had fallen from the withering Narra tree,
And just like that was their love,
Growing in trust and rooted sincerity
By Jessica John Posko💗
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