she sat on a loney bench
reluctantly
awating him in the church
holding bountiful of lilies
that matched her short floral midi,
hair neatly woven in a ponytail
and skin having a Sunday essence
he popped up twenty mins late
still showing up last night’s evil smile
whispering a tease in her hair
softy,
"weren’t you jealous?"
"really, was I?"
throwing fireballs at him
through embarrassed eyes
there weren’t any commitments between them
yet,
he held his ears
like an innocent puppy
spilling a sorry
between their cushioned moments
helping her to light the candles
in the glow of forgiveness
for a very unknown reason
Author notes
Mt Mary is a very beautiful old church in Bandra, Mumbai
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LOVELY!!!
Yes, when a beautiful setting is before you and you see your flame the passion comes easy and true.
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