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Just a Rose Pt1

Standing at your grave Thinking, It could be someone else's life But why you? Why try to be so brave? He was a soldier Martyr did he die. Splendidly lifeless was I But just could only cry. A faint memory striked my head "Do me a favour. When I'll be dead, Do not forget To take out of my pocket, The rose red." His words made me reminiscent. Never knew, it'll be painful to this extent. It all started At a library with a glance. Short sleeve T's, khaki pants Without a doubt He was a man made for romance "He's the one" My heart ecstatically said "Go on, don't be afraid." I don't blame myself But he made me stalk him Through every street. No killer I am, I just wanted to meet. But suddenly, I lost him near a crossroad. A deep cracking voice echoed "I don't like to be followed." Dumbstruck was I Suspicious was he. "Would you mind to have a cup of coffee?" I gulped. "Only if you're paying up" Sternly he said. "He surely is the one" I gasped. From coffee to dinner dates, Not only me but he also paid. We frequently used to write letters, Bcoz retrospect suited us better. I could never expect I would ever receive So much love and respect. A Pisces made for a Leo. I still remember The awkward conversations And longwalks under The flickering street lights. Our need for each other A perfect example of obsession Every moment spent with him Was my dearest possession My strongest desires I always tried to hide. But I fail to understand Do all soldiers have the power To read your mind wide? Not kissing like teenagers, Not having tantric sex But walk miles In a vineyard, spending Warm afternoons strolling down the rows of heaving grapes Sharing a romantic dance. Came the season of monsoon. I know that did happen too soon Not di I remember much to say But, oh my, that was indeed a day. As the first drops of rain poured down I turned around Only to find him on his knees "Will you share your umbrella With me for the rest of your life?" He asked, as he sneezed. Here was my response "Well then, if you love me Half as good as I love you There'll be a wedding In a week or two."

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