Do you remember those drizzling!
When you held my tiny hand so tightly…
But still so softly, the warmth of your love
was leaping in my nerves, running in my blood,
with all those butterflies in the stomach,
Just flying impatiently...
Just like the fresco on a canvas...
you and me...
Became ‘we’ at that moment...
With all peace n just an epic silence...
Being drenched in that August’s rain,
You made me close to closest in your heart's terrain...
Souls recognized... heart skipped a bit,
Oh my honeybunch, the first day we did meet...