She is crying, no one knows,
Hiding herself, in the pillows,
Of her room,'neath the roof:
She hears the knock on the door,
Wipes her tears and opens the door,
Finding her dear,
With the packet of chips and chocolates.
He hugs her and kisses her cheeks.
"Were you crying?"asks he, who is infinite times sure that she is wasting her tears over petty things;
"Ani! why you ask?"says she, who doesn't wants to worry him with her silly tears.
He picks her up, in his arms
Rushes to room,
Kisses her neck, biting it, marking her his, giving her tears.
"Now these are the tears, I would love to see!
The one I give with love and not for agony!"
She pulls him close;
"Please be with me, till the end."
Hugs he, and says, "I will!"
YOU ARE READING
Dear Future Husband
PoetryWell..... these are the compilation of my poems, I wrote in my class. Sitting near the window, in the boring physics class. It was written when I was a lovesick person. So, sorry if you find it cringy.
