My Valentine

The hillock on the South Still gazes at me, Her yellow looks those days Has turned hazel green. Decades back it had us on her laps sleek, The stones lie, the trees fuss as if forgot to speak. The princess became a queen to a king, horizon's away- Leaving a desert of loneliness and void heart at bay. There are still the stars whether or not, you see, You are on my sky, oh darling like cooing bird on a tree. Decades passed, palms shrank to an older monk's shape. There is still that warmth freaky kissing my heart and drape.