Dream of love.

Heart of gold,
emancipates its love.
The man, in her life,
who had wanted to fly.
He had said, to never ask why.
While, she had let him be,
whatever he had wished from She.

Eyes of tenderness, had longed her sight.
He came with a wish, that was granted,
from his lady love. To be a saviour,
to his Nation, he had to be a warrior.
She had a heavy heart, but she had known,
his love for her came later,
but for his father, who was also a warrior,
it came at first. That he would never ever,
ever and ever forget her embrace,
her tenderness and little dreams.
Whence they walked hands in hand,
what they held, was warmth and belief.
That, may whatever the future hold,
for them; but they had to not let their bond,
fall weak. That if they met later,
it would be the glory of true love.
The unconditional love, that they shared,
the bond which the world had no say in,
that no one could deteriorate the feelings,
of their hearts. The world only,
celebrated their togetherness.
With the seasons of summers, autumns,
springs and winters, the season that was,
forever and ever was undoubtedly,
their season of love.

They smiled, and had known,
the importance of their bond.
To bring peace to the world,
in their capabilities, in order
to spring joys into their own,
lives. It was their dream, of love.