By Manaswi Susarla
Upon the terrace, he waits still
With all his emotions beneath
And crying out his happiness
Inside his fluttering heart's sheath
It flutters for her
Like a nightingale in the cage
About to unveil
That his life is a book, with her on every page
Slowly, gently, her footsteps heard
He calmly adorns it
Like THE nightingale's song
In the night, moonlit
With all his soul, he beholds
Her eyes as bright as the moon
Her smile as soothing as the gentle breeze
Her presence as true as their love
She gazes him with her pure heart
As THE moon's shine reflects in his eyes
As his hair sways in the gentle breeze
As he locks his sight on her
The moment they meet
Softly drenched their eyes remain
And their hearts cry
In the drizzle of rain
Both embrace the warmth of each other
And feel the time pause
Their eternal souls unite in a rhythm
In the nights soothing melody
They gaze upon the sky, hands interwined
Her head gently rests on his shoulder
In the heaven of silence, the hearts throb
Their words dont but their souls talk