My Words Echo

Someone I miss Make no choice Hardly has she remembered Yet to me stands as precious member She is Gardner herself With all the treasure in shelf Kindness reflects on face In her eyes I try to trace Each flower gets personal care She herself is fairy’s tale With wings apart I dream to be part I miss her voice With lovely and unforgettable promise We shall leave never Even seasons s desert forever I wait in each monsoon And pray for her to come soon Show me just little glimpse So I live with my own verse I shall compose in volumes That shall emanate as perfume Her fragrance may reach far end I shall search each direction when she sends Let my words echo simple wish That I wait for her as day finish Nights bring me dark isolation Yet I stand firm with memorable relation