Were your cheeks moist?
Or did you dry the orbs before they could roll?
Did you sense the void once I departed?
Or did my absence escape your notice?
Oh, this heart, longing for your love,
I craft my own realms,
Where birds forever sing,
Eyes remain untouched by tears,
Smiles speak only truth,
And in each world, you cherish me.
In these sacred places I create,
Love blooms eternal,
With you by my side,
In every beautiful story I write.
By Utkarsh Yadav