... with you always !

Perfect as her dream,

Flawed and truthful as her heart,

The tunnel was just ornate,

The waters singing the mild lullaby.

The drizzle wetting his sweater

With her hiding in a canopy

The clunk of the laughter fitting

 Like an acoustic playing nearby.

                                                        

“Where would you rather be?”

He asked. Glare of love and

Hope of a hope. She knew,

There was no messing around!

A little tilt to her side

She trudged along. Patting his

Cheeks she said, “Here silly,

With you”, the tear billowed out.