The colourful buds nestled each other-
their love blossomed for it sought no season.
The pleasures of vibes and eyes that muttered,
the mischievous veins heeded no reason.
Her gaze would kindle his poetic soul,
and wrinkles of her smile glowed with his verse.
The drops of emotions glistened and rolled,
blended with aroma of two lovers.
Sweet were the voices to ears so eager,
and gossips played a different melody.
And in absence their presence would linger-
the whispers imprinted on memory.
The wind would carry their scents to announce-
the fifty five summers of pure romance.
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