“Always and Forever.”

The sword sliced his heart, and the blood dripped from his arm,
Staining the white snow and enhancing the charm.
The bone-chilling cold was burned in his colorless palm,
And the sun painfully blinded his vision, yet he remained so calm.
The sober wind traveled miles and knocked at the ajar window,
The unbearable ache entered the heart of a waiting shadow.
She read aloud the last letter she had written but couldn’t send,
Could the confession of her love be enough for his life to extend?
Simultaneously, a tear rolled down from both of their eyes, even though they were afar,
The souls left their bodies and became a rare star.
The blue orchids offered the story whenever they witnessed love on the farm,
Alarming that it’s not just about blessings and happiness but waiting and harm.
Even after ages, their stoned memorials lovingly lie together,
A Few promises are kept silently without saying, “Always and Forever.”