Meeting Him

See,
Love isn’t always sweet, but mine is.
Always, with him.
Meeting him, under that peach tree,
As peach blossoms hovered above us,
With butterflies, beautifully landing on them,
Has to be the best day of my life,
As it marked the start of something earthshattering- our love.

As he stood there,
With a peony flower in one hand,
And a confession-filled letter in the other,
My eyes met his,
And there I could see it –
The overflowing affection meant just for me,
I knew for sure that he’s the one.

Just like that,
Our love became a symphony that many wished to hum,
As it was, too heartwarming
And mind-blowing.
Because we each day,
We would fall deeper for each other,
And just like that, we became inseparable.
Yes!
I love him!