Amidst us spoke thousand tales
The moment you held my hand..
It was a yes from me to hold on..
The moment your eyes met mine,
It was the beginning of my unending poetry..
The moment our lips collided.,
It was the commencement of our amour...
Every silence we exchanged,
Spelt its stories from our eyes...
As we build, thousands of rainbows,
Treasuring every moment,
With veneration unknown to words
- Soul Recitals (www.soulrecitals.wordpress.com)