Surrounded by towering trees

In an old path with a turning

Walking together in the

dew drops of the morning

She shivers in the cold wind

or may be because he came so close

Hazels touched the fair-browns

In the boundaries of eye-lashes

It burnt the cold weather into ashes

When their hands touched each others

The place was suddenly so mystic

The intensity of her soft look made him smile

He smiled and her heartbeats were eccentric

In effort of hiding her blushing cheeks

She laughed and slipped out of his hand

He gazed towards her and thought

He would never let her leave this land

He would not let her out of his sight

He followed her and grabbed her from behind

The fog was dense and so was their love

Never thought or imagined by a human mind!