Novelette

There is enough proof
that love transcends
barriers of language.
That it does not need articulate words,
meaningful sentences,
or passionate paragraphs
for expression.
It manifests itself
in the pregnant pauses
of the conversations
that hearts hold,
in those innocent laughters,
in that tender care,
and even in those sweet little gestures.
But at times
this beautiful rhapsody of life
does crave to be sung out aloud.
And it is in such spring of heart,
that I pen down this free-verse for you.
Eighty-four words prologue
for the main chapter
which reads as under:
I love you, dear.
The end.

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