His looks were the one which held my heart captive and had drawn me to its edge during the dawn of my blooming life…..
His beauty originated in the mist filled valleys and the towering mountains…
His voice commenced from the clear gurgling of the streams and icy white glaciers…..
His eyes had captured me by their breathtaking beauty…..
His lips with nostalgia and affection spoke words whose evocative descriptions made me static for hours….
Traversing hundreds of miles on the carpet of roses through the city in my heartland ,he mingled in my blood…..
Not for many days he was mine or I was his….
But for me it was a chain of attachment of true love for me….
A chain which if I break free from or even try to ,will never be able to do anything about the marks that it has left on me…..
Those marks I will take to my grave….