It wasn’t like toiling in the sun,
Neither was it at all fun.
Tears instead of sweat,
Left the barren field wet.
The barren field of his heart,
Where no emotion ever grew,
She didn’t even dare to make it start.
All she hoped was a tiny miracle,
She hoped for a little feeling, currently invisible.
To bloom into view and match hers too,
For her heart was experiencing sensations new.
The flower of love, she prayed for it to blossom,
little did she know, his heart always practiced caution.
But she slogged for days, weeks and months,
And finally, she saw a tiny bud come into view,
The rare stunning flower of a love story new.
© Sneha P [Rights Reserved]
Image source – shutterstock.com