Oh Mine........

(c) Shilpa Sandesh

Oh mine,
Our love is like a necklace of pearls,
Lots of ivory whites,
Woven in the strongest of the strong thread,
The thread blessed by the heavenly bodies,
And all the Gods and Goddesses anyone ever knew of;

 But the creator of this necklace, the Lord Himself,
Added few black stones too!
But Oh mine,
These tiny black gems are not the bad times,
But moments than He gave us,
To know how much we love each other;

 Let there be any such hours of little discontentment,
I promise to take you out of the deepest of the dungeons,
I promise to love you more every passing moment,
I promise to fill our string with silver and white and gold pearls,
I promise to stand besides you whatever the situation may be,
Because Oh mine,
I,
Cherish you,
hail the showers of devotion upon you,
am the blessed in your embrace
relish the moments with you,
live in your soul,
zealously stand amidst the sorrows and You

 Oh and did I tell you,
The storm has passed, and safe we are,
Together, forever........

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