Love rose between us like a dawn-stirred storm,
Its golden wrath in trembling clouds took form.
Your gaze, a fire no mortal night could tame,
Struck through my soul and set my blood to flame.
Beneath your touch the world grew hushed and still,
As though the heavens bent toward our single will.
Your breath upon my lips became the breeze
That stirred the ancient longing of the seas.
I felt your voice like thunder in my veins,
A noble pulse that shattered earthly chains.
Our hearts entwined where burning angels trod,
Their wings aflame with whispers born of God.
Through raging winds I sought no shore but you,
For love’s fierce beacon crowned the tempest true.
Though shadows rose with envious desire,
Your ardor stood, a citadel of fire.
And when the storm in solemn silence fell,
Its embers glowed with tales we alone could tell.
Thus in the hush where mortal voices cease,
Our love endures all, eternal, tempest, peace.
©®Madhumita
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