Complete I feel with you, my dear,

You are my brightest hue, my dear.

Your presence, the best catalyst

I wish everyone knew, my dear.

Your breath, like waft of petrichor,

Is always fresh, like new, my dear.

In your hug so cosy and warm,

I find happiness through, my dear.

Your smile, aah… the magic potion,

That uplifts me from blue, my dear.

As the dawn moves to dusk, I wait,

To reach Kirti with you, my dear.

Originally published in Penmancy as part of Tale-a-thlon 4