He sailed to the shore
Sun retired from the day
Princess was treated, the whole night
She moved her eyes, to the squatting noise
Her body budged taking a deep breathe
Sigh!! “Why I am saved?” she lamented
The noise grew loud elevating her curiosity

She walked up the hill in anxiety
Looked around to find someone
Gazing at the statue, she stood standstill
Was that her? Her hands moved tenderly
On the sculpture, feeling the soreness
She turned around to glance the creator

There he stood, smiling in rain
He couldn’t believe the relieving pain
His long lost memory emanated in an instinct
Her face; the only reminiscence from his past
Princess and Sculptor, no longer strangers
There they lived, up on the hill ever after

The fisherman sailed in the river, humming
“Love found its way, not so long ago,
I shall find her, never again too late
The sacred eyes spoke once more
On full moon day, Love found its way
And it prevailed ever and ever”

Love in the purest form has no boundaries, levels, caste and creed. It is no language, it speaks from heart and translates through eyes. The wonderful feeling that no word can ever express enough. A beautiful, exciting, secure and heart warmth. Love in the purest form will win. Love in the purest form will always triumph.