In the soft morning light,
The day long awaited,
Arrives with a lot to say...
And yet how to say...
A bird chirpshere and
A cat meows there
Both oblivious of what
The night secrets revealed afore.
The first rays of sun shine,
Bashfully on a couple strewn,
On the grass, the morning dew
Their bath, the grass their towel
Strange what this emotion does,
Leaves as bare and exposed,
For all the world to see,
So fickle yet so strong...
Is it a stage, a life process,
For every being to experience,
Or an everlasting companionship,
For only two to share...
Love, yes love, can only be,
If the two know it and no other,
It is selfish yet giving,
Gentle, yet mean to outsider...
No words befitting to depict it,
No words, no words, no words...
