Walk with the times..

You ask me, what love is,
I look at a couple,
they are quite old,
Their hands held,
road they crossed,
I could sense in their walk,
eternal bliss.

The heart, contended, loyal,
Dreams and realities,
they had led along,
All these years,
they have been together,
Bond they share,
imaginatively strong.

Not that they wouldn't have seen-
issues everyday in the sight-seen,
Oh, they believed they were present,
For each other, in tones resplendent.

Little fights, or big ones to say,
They had held hands still-
Oh, there was dismay.

A little forgiveness, a little sorry,
They got together under the sun, holy!
Understood what was right for them,
Still holding the hands, life was a gem.

From the youth, till their older days;
They carried promise not in the saying-
they took the blessing ahead, the foray,
With blankness, disparity and the mood swings,
They knew they had to live every moment,
as if; it was all anew.

It was this,
And this was that;
They had loved,
They had gapped,
Still, they had met,
With a smile set.

They are soldiers,
Oh, warriors in bonhomie;
Best friends and lovers,
In their yet own story.

GSV

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