LOVE

One morning in the mountains,

The golden light whispered your name,

As though love lived in the sun.

I held the warmth in my palms,

Imagining it was you.

Every glimmer on the rocks

Carried a secret meant for us.

The river hummed softly,

Like a lullaby I knew by heart.

I traced the horizon

And found your smile there.

Love felt endless,

Like the mountains themselves.

Even the quiet moments

Sparkled when I thought of you.

I breathed in the morning,

Breathing in your memory.

The golden light grew fuller,

Settling gently on my skin.

I knew then

That love does not fade,

It transforms,

It lingers,

It shines.

Just like this morning light.

©®Madhumita