"At touch of love, everyone becomes a poet- Plato"

Sparkling like the morning dew,

                  We walked the dusty lane...

Hearts beating in sync,

                We felt the blood in every vein.

Armed with prudent friendship,

               Beholding the love, we found....

We shield each other's crest,

                Winning life's every round.

The dark curses,soon lifted,

                 Unconscious mistakes were evading....

With our unshakable steps,

                  Conviction of foes were fading.