From the last bench in the corner,
My eyes kept on...looking at her ЁЯСА
Every time she turned around,
My heart beat increased its sound !
The sound synced our way to love,
Keeping the fragrance as fresh as clove !
Years passed by, one thing led to another,
Her heart soured, when she couldn't become a mother !
Solved the puzzle, by adopting a kid,
which was merrier;
Loosing them both accidentally, was series of sorrow in fourier !