A Sweet Scar
Perfume lingers across the valleys of reveries,
When my heart turns the pages of old diaries.
Blooming flowers remind me of her lovely face,
I’m the luckiest person by the God’s grace.
The heart is mine but it always beats for her,
Without her, to my eyes all things are a blur.
She dwells in my heart, so I never feel lonely,
I enjoy days of my life with her memories only.
As a souvenir she has given me is a sweet scar,
That's how I tell how lovely her memories are!
Perfume lingers across the valleys of reveries,
When my heart turns the pages of old diaries.
Blooming flowers remind me of her lovely face,
I’m the luckiest person by the God’s grace.
The heart is mine but it always beats for her,
Without her, to my eyes all things are a blur.
She dwells in my heart, so I never feel lonely,
I enjoy days of my life with her memories only.
As a souvenir she has given me is a sweet scar,
That's how I tell how lovely her memories are!
Voices Within-2020 :: Setu, February 2020
