By Anushka Dey
The heavens smiled when they prayed for each other
When they perilously yearned for one another
She wrote poems about the beauty of his ethereal voice
how it plucked strings of her heart , how it made her rejoice
Little did she know , all his songs were written in her admiration
That her smile is what gave the soul to his guitar’s vibration
In the garden of friendship, red roses bloomed in full glory
Friends to lovers , Oh ! It would have been the perfect love story
But , they were too ashamed to admit , too afraid to say
Both thought that what if the other never saw them that way
Each night she wrote letters for her dearest , conveyed her desire
Each night she broke down in tears and set them on fire
He would sing about her , but never voice it out loud
That it’s her heart he seeks , not the cheer of the crowd
The thorns of longing , tortured their young hearts each breath
The rose of love wilted and died a slow, painful death
If only the silence were broken , three little words were spoken
If only those letters were read , no heart would have broken
Cowardice infested the garden , destroyed it’s old glory
Friends to lovers , Oh ! It would have been the perfect love story
By Anushka Dey
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