We imagined slow dancing to "Lover" by Taylor Swift,
At the library,
Amongst the trapped lores,
Setting them free,
So they can listen to our lore.
The supreme one,
When I saw life through your eyes,
For once,
The world wasn't grey or blue,
It was purple and pink.
The one,
Where touching wasn't passionate red,
But warm golden.
And your smile,
Painted silver stars on my cheeks.
The one,
Where your words,
Turned into a muse.
And the lores flipped to the last page,
To read- forevermore.
-Akanksha. B
