My love for you is a Stentorian in itself

Be it a Drizzle in Summer ;

Or fog in waning of Moon

Yet the pragmatic Beethoven for myself.

I want to be a Stalwart

To waddle with you forever ;

Again want to be a Stoic

For every Zeppelin cucumber.

Our happenstance has become my renaissance

Somewhere there is end of all Distance

Your Love has ushered a Fountain in life ;

May be a Beginning of Suave Prodigy in Disguise.

For you here are Days & Nights

Summer & Spring are omnipotent

But it’s your Presence always

Is the State of  reticent.