By Harmehma Kaur Bagga
The sweet taste of the fruits of reconciliation, After but ages of an all too painful situation, Has thrust me up high amongst the seraphic clouds - At this instant, my sheer happiness knows no bounds. Ecstatic, I'd like to scream irrationally loud - "Love - how you restore all my exhilaration and vigour!".
I pray this amity isn't as short-lived as a burning cigar.
Summer is here -
All around I can witness prepossessing flecks of light; I can take in the Herculean burble of the Niagara in all its might.
Rainbows created with said flecks and said burble - Beauty so sublime can't be described in terms verbal.
Deer are put to prancing,
Leaves are rendered dancing
In the gentle winds of the season:
I shall love you, my Salvatore, forever more, sans reason.
By Harmehma Kaur Bagga
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