He was a London-born Indian designer

Inspired by the rich cultural heritage

That is synonymous with India

And she was a ballet dancer

With sophisticated tastes

And a champion for social causes.

Both knew each other for some time

And soft flames of love and desire

With emotions cascading in all forms

Grew gently in her heart

Sparkling a ray of hope.

He was the answer to her prayers,

The warmth that encased her

And when she thought of him,

Be it dawn or dusk,

A sweet radiance of happiness

Glimmered in her grey eyes.

Her soul embodied the perfection

Of love God had created.

One evening, while they walked

Fingers intertwined,

in the long

Promenade in the pine forest,

She unraveled to him

The sweet mystery of her love.

The horizon shone

Luminescent orange and white.

The birds sang unheard melodies

And she felt stepping on

A threshold to a new experience.

He held her close to his heart

And she whispered in his ears,

‘I know your heart is not mine,

Yet, give me a small place

In the backyard of your heart.’

He held her closer to him,

With a resplendent smile

He strolled his fingers on her hair.

‘In love, I don’t give all my heart,

I always keep some to myself

And this precious part,

I give it to you now,’

The strings of her heart

Strummed into celestial melody

In an air scented with lavender.

Enfolding her soul in his,

He gave her his first passionate kiss.