Scenic Poetry

In the backdrop of the meander
After a farewell to the pamper,
When trembling feet walked some distance
The heart pulled off a hindrance,
Felt the sunshine at the face
on the twist of our back
Synced our steps without a lag,
Till we held hands tight
Confessed all our excite,
Twinkle did our eyes with a sparkling hue
And our lips chimed I want to grow old with you.