To our intimacy,
That once bloomed.
From infatuation to devotion,
Our love groomed.

Like a little petal,
Turned pretty pink tulip.
Like a fairy-fable,
Turned sweet; soaked in choco dip.

As Sacred and divine,
As love of two divided lovers; reunited again.
You being meticulously mine,
And I being your main.

Back then, Our love being godly,
Just like everybody else’s.
You worshiped saintly,
But I was a doubting Thomas.

I hope my words make sense,
‘Cause our love didn’t.
I’m happy I get to write it in past tense,
‘Cause you glorified and I couldn’t.

ย -Ananya, the verbal seduction.๐Ÿ’“