She never complained,
Books lay scattered like gentle memories,
Clothes still wet upon the bed,
Colors on shirts shining like pieces of life.
Her dinners were always warm and sweet,
Children sang with voices of joy,
Stories drifted softly through the night,
And nights glowed brighter than stars.
Gifts felt timeless in her hands,
She smiled with quiet grace,
He wished to surprise her,
Like never before.
They walked together in the garden at evening,
The wind moved in perfect rhythm,
The moment felt eternal,
Blossoms fell softly on her hair.
And then—
Gravity held them close like love,
Time slowed, folding around their steps,
As if the universe itself whispered:
“Their love is written in the stars.”
P. S. Love & Cherry Blossoms Rain
Vipul Arwade
03.02.2026
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