Lotus

A rose for my love.
That’s what I grew up believing
Just an enigma
It’s red, it’s delicate like a dove
And, I accepted it without knowing.

But since I’d met you
The definitions faded away
I learned that
A lotus lasts for a thousand years
A rose lasts for a day.

You were here, and without any fear,
you decided to stay.
I knew I’d found my lotus
The promised forever was near
I knew we’d bloom together,
come December or May.


Image Credits: Saatchi Art

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