Untitled Romantic Freeverse

Walking besides the beloved's yard. I saw her fragrance-enchanting the palace.. Her rosy essence couldn't make me stand- For another while;darted I inside the house.. Fetching the water to the greens; Stood she-besides me. The eyes met-the song on her lips too. She enchanted-the bells,of the holy day. Couldn't stop my feet-to watch her lips.. And my day saw-the rainbow of the evening At that very second;that very minute.. Walked closer;with my hands clapping.. Clapping in disguise.. She stopped the tone-as soon as I fall. Felling on the ground-wasn't painful; Especially when you see The rose of her face Opened wide;grinning at me.. Maybe-it wasn't the love; Love which is scribbled in The books of my shelf.. Maybe-it's the voice-of that young fairy- Tinkerbell.. I thought about "The Solitary Reaper". But her tone;seems no sad to me.. Instead it suggested me her willingness To find me... although she didn't see me- Behind the wild bushes.. I stood up-and Now the chirpy laugh was over.. She didn't murmur a word; I waved my hand- She didn't reply.. But still I waved my hand.. Pardon. I said. To intrude into her garden- She smiled-and waved me back.. Soon-within mere seconds I felt.. My chest wrapped- In her cold hands.. And she chirped just few words- "Why are you late;missed you.." I forgot for few minutes- That she was my second half- The one who promised me; To gloom my life- That too-on our "Own wedding day.." Soon- And sooner.. The clouds wrapped the earth- And we stepped Stepped the front door of the house.. Some memoirs are so great; Can be remembered everyday- But exist-only in the lateral world -So called 'Poet' Aman Khaneja