My love poem

After that short meeting
In the park where the red rays of the rising sun
Kissed the white flowers
That tossed their heads in the gentle breeze like their singing some songs..
We have not met since then.
You promised letters and photographs
Still remain promises.
But when the dawn sets in
I make my weary way to the garden
To look at the flowers covered
With beads of pearl
That reflect your sweet smiling face.
I don’t want ur photo ,don’t want ur letter
But I pray always to see u my sweet dear.