The time of autumn
The graceful fall of gold
The season of souls
When they first met.
No sights of pleasure they had
No desire of love , no ray of hope
Yet felt the poetry in air
When their eyes first met.
Once innocent and lively they were
Now tainted and hopeless
Yet spirited and enchanted they felt
When they first talked.
In this chaotic and selfish word
They found solace in each others arms
Little beautiful things were all that mattered
When they first hugged.
Funniest laughters they had
Warmest hugs they shared
Craziest moments they lived
Most cherishable memories they made.
A facinating journey they started
A journey of genuine promises
A journey of splendid love
A journey of togetherness and friendship .
And sharing comfortable silences and loneliness
These empty hearts were subtly filled.