A Story Of Love

As years pass by, my passion may grow,

Like a river aiming towards a steep flow;

In a much strange, deep emotional stream;

Than when we, were so young to scream;

This is a story of love, thirty years old affair;

In a standstill, holding at heart as a lovely fair;

Rain shower has never, ever been more plentiful;

Together in each other's embrace, so beautiful;

the flavor of your body, the feel of your  nature;

A gorgeous flash,  in my recall forever to nurture;

You lived for me, what love seemed like forever,

but I wish you would not have suffered never.


BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI