Symphony of LoVe...

We used to let the rains do the talking as they would talk nineteen to the dozen on our umbrella tops. We used to let the forest on either sides do the whispering as leaves would rustle in some sort of perfect harmony with the wind and the rain. Street lamps spaced at different intervals along our lonely path hung like string of precious stones would decorate the bosom of the night. On such night we used to clasp our hands together and they would generate warmth of love. Your head would rest on my shoulder and it would seem like freeing you from your worldly weight at least for sometime. Keeping one another happy meant everything. Your lovely feet would distort the moon's reflection on those shimmering lil' blue pools while shedding drops of water they would look angelic. Lightening would flash open the secrets of the night as our lips explored each others. We would giggle and run like thieves and that's what I call a symphony of love in crescendo.