dew drops on the petals,
like silken desires, 
lust, just a tiny part,
love is what makes it an art;

 bring me roses not just red,
 a dash of yellow is a must,
 pair it with a tinge of  fiery crimson,
 a hint of black & purple in celebration;

let's be best of friends first,
courageous to hold it all,
syncing our darknesses,
infusing evrything royal,  

roses have thorns too, 
beauty has scars too, 
will you enjoy when it becomes platonic ? 
will you still vibe when a lot seems ironic?

love  is when you search for me in traces,
love is when we smile as any flaw surfaces,
will you meet me in next birth as well?
will you  promise to be mine, all the while ? 
  





Love,
Chinmayee