A tiny smile spreads,
As another message beeps.
Like a simple enchantment,
In words, we speak.
Some delight develops,
And, fills their sober heart.
Under the shadows of the night,
There sings a chorus in their hearts.
Like the stars that stir,
Talking as they twinkle;
The lovers, underneath,
The stars, they resemble.
Into the early lights of dawn,
Forgotten were the hours for slumber.
The smile spreads longer,
As the phone beeps again.
Beneath the moon,
That both share.
In faraway places,
Their hearts briefly despair.
In notes of silence of a lingering wait,
A ballad of affection slowly creates.
And so returns the smile,
With lures of words and a hope.
Swati Jain
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