An Hour Made Us Ours

The soft chin lowered to a heavenly field of flora,

still not letting that proud smile take flight,

yet the chuckle of happiness escapes through the starlit eyes

turning your face into a night-sky tapestry,

just as I imagined on the way crossing the oldest grand bridge,

amidst the heavy laden day, in pitch darkness.

Filling the cold air with the seamless fragrance of Water Lilly

pausing the time as usual just with the resonance of heartbeat.

The charming elegant steps continuing toward me,

knowing I grow even more impatient

to feel my softest Jasmine with love.

The less talked, more thought hour kept flowing

creating a new eve for us, to be all ours again

after three long days!

Every word you let out

recalled me how blessed and luckiest I am,

to share the lifetime.

Yeah, I know! How many times I have written on you,

but still my gorgeous primrose taking all my heart,

as it is the place you chose to be forever, every night every day and every single second!

And each and every time, my baby being that new born Sepalika*,

who infuses the pure scent of the life, into my soul.

Yeah, it was an hour I spent with my chooty*,

filled with the pure blessing over the chaos of a hard day!

*sepalika-The flower blooms in night called Nycanthes arbor-tristis.

*chooty-A Sinhala word used in Sri Lanka to imply the little and cute nature of a person or some thing.