A story of mine could have begun,
If she had given me just one.
I’d keep it close, like stars above,
If she had left a token of love.
I dreamed of how it might arrive,
Some sign from her to feel alive.
And then one day, the skies did move,
She handed me a token of love.
The days then passed in sweetest light,
Without her sign, no joy in sight.
Even a moment hard to prove,
If I had lost her token of love.
The nights were calm, the days were bright,
Life felt so full, the world so right.
Till fate one day began to shove,
And scattered low her token of love.
The distance grew, the hearts in pain,
Each breath became a silent chain.
I lived because I still could prove,
She'd left behind her token of love.
I’d not have lived if it weren’t there,
That sign of her, beyond compare.
Now I know how the heavens move—
They guard so well a token of love.
If only she could know I wait,
Still walking slow, beside love’s gate.
With hopes that time may one day prove,
She kept with her my token of love.
Does she recall me like I do?
Her thoughts of me, are they this true?
Oh Geet, if only fate would prove,
She took from me my token of love.
7.16pm 2 May 2025
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