Prena Poetry

I will bring sunflowers at your door and greet you with a kiss.
I will take you to the places we dreamt at 6 and walk in doors for a dinner at 8.

Then just after the world steps into the night, we will lay under the sky when I touch the stars with your hand in other.
There I will bring my old favourite guitar to sing our song beneath the cloudless moon
and fill your dark hair with daisies.

So we’ll get married in spring.
and celebrate your birthday in June then mine on August.
We’ll built our castle brick by brick
where our children will play; We will call it home and paint it blue, your favourite shade. As when we grow old and when our eyes change in colour, I will take you in my arms and show you the stars aligned in your name.

We’ll hold our hands, when you walk in the garden and smell those white roses I planted a year ago.

I would still fall for that smile.
Knowing how forever feels like when I stand there and breathe beside you.

And even so when death do us apart I’ll be there to leave flowers
at your stone .

— Prena Subba