Sunday, 19 February 2017

The Most Pious Form Of Love

It had been almost a year
We had met
Now again to go back
He was all set

That's when he held my arms
And kissed me on my forehead
It symbolised his love, care and affection
That was all unsaid

My eyes twinkled
When he told me
All the best dear
Work hard for what you want to be

That moist imprint on my forehead
Made me understand
That we are together
So distances will never matter

This was the most pious form of love
As it was love between a sister and her brother

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