Vintage Love
She was his pillion on the bicycle
The trees were bare and calm
Fallen leaves carpeted beaten path
Her golden locks dangled in breeze.
He handed her a fresh crimson flower
Fragrant long stemmed single Rose
She held it abreast , a balancing act
She smiled and was so glad....
They Reached the church yard fast
He took it back , to her dismay
Oh ! It was just a hand change
Her eyes sadly followed his steps.
He disappeared to the cemetery
His return was unsteady and slow
Again he handed over her a Rose
Almost dried and petals breaking
With a request to throw it over
Into the river , on way back home.
Only words he spoke , pedalling.
But she kept it for a long - long time
Inside a jewel box found in the attic
Time glued them to a lovely pair
On wedding night she opened the box
To gift him, his moms blessings.
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