BENEATH THE HEATHER

‘We’re old friends

Played games of old trends

Childhood, we didn’t remember

But I do now, since last November

When again I saw you,

Beautiful and polished, so new

We promised, whether heaven or hell

When enchanted by love spell

Buried beneath the heather

To keep it forever

Never imagined, past would chime

Love is a sin of all the time

Those eyes adore, I miss

And taste of our first kiss

When old letter turn amber

Enrich our love to remember

Though how hard time brought

You would remain my thought
  -REEDHIMA DEV