Promises are best whispered In silken, honeyed tones, When tresses of chestnut Blows in the pine-scented breeze, When the drowning sun witnesses The oceanic twinkle in the eyes, And cheeks in a rosy grandeur. On pillows soft, She lay, Tossing and turning, Love in a blaze Many a whispering moment Of promises spun in gold With tinkling bells celebrating The union of love. Exhilarated, a smile so pure Deep promising eyes locked in a tender gaze, Promises adorned with petals of every shade, Hand in hand, Vows renewed Leaving traces of love, In the sands of time. © Sakina S. Dossaji
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