Thursday, 14 June 2012

"The Box Of Our Moments"..



It started with the first time you looked at me,
It started from that very moment indeed,
I began to collect our every second together,
Every meeting, every chat and our every little deed.



I put them all in a box,
“The Box Of Our Moments” it is,
Made of just love and more love,
With two hearts tangled together at its lid.


Our first chat 12 years ago,
Which lit up my eyes so bright,
Our first handshake as friends,
And even our first fight.







The first time you smiled at me,
Your proposal on the boat,
Our first date together,
When I was cold and you gave me your coat.







The first time I cooked for you,
When we slept under the stars in a blanket,
Our first hug, our first kiss,
When we together watched the sunset.






The first time you held my hand,
Shyly while crossing the road,
Our first walk down the street,
When heavily it poured.







Our first sunrise together,
On the sands, snuggling close,
Our first candlelight dinner and drive,
All of this far back it goes.





First time we said I love you,
And you ask “Will You marry me?”
Every moment I have kept safe,
However little it be.







“The Box of our moments”
More memories and love I add every minute,
So baby, lift up d lid and collect all of it,
‘Coz a peaceful smile is what you’ll get.



We would share our happiness, our joy, our pain;
Forever and always our love will remain.



2 comments:

  1. u kno how i hv a habit of alwys keeping little tokens of memories of wonderful times. . .this poem expresses my need to do so. .. perfectly. . . if only i cud just save up all those precious moments with me forever . . . :)

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  2. I too wish if it was possible to save up all your precious moments forever and ever.. :)

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