In the desert
I came across
this gorgeous flower.
The blossom filled bliss
in every nerve of mine.
All my gloomy
shadows vanished
bestowing colours
And aromatic fragrances
of the exquisite flower.
Heaven danced in me
and the angelic flush
emerged on my self
when the flower
touched my being.
Soaring by clouds
showered blessings,
The golden sunrays
tantalised with breathtaking
Motif on my heart.
I stretched my arms
to win all the love
and splendorous joy
that the flower
so willingly offered
Now the flower
Of your love
is all mine
forever to stash
as a souvenir
Why as a souvenir?
Real love has replaced the flower and so it is a souvenir...