Impeccable design, whose impression was slowly setting in.
En-wrapped in the rapturous glory of Love.
An unmistakable beauty.
Yet adored by one.
Adorned by one,adored by two.
Nurtured more, unlike the first.
But the constitution resembled the first.
Mirrored two images stained in Red,
as they merged into one.
There was rhythm in its shine,
Lyrics in its beats,
As it kissed the ridges of the adorned neck
Along with the adorer’s lips.
The shine persisted.
The “glamour of Love” on it now applauded more.
Veiling the paleness of the edges.
The cut ends were visible,
Skirting the frail errors of the designer.
Worn out ends, with dust piling on the upper arcs.
Desire to abide Nature’s Law: Change.
Escapes the grip of the adorer.
Lapse of string,it slides.
Beads from eyes and beads of necklace, undistinguished.
Not the first time,but third time in a row.
This time the beads were left unattended.
Uncaressed . Neglected.
Only one thought in her mind,
What if all of them could shine in the same way.
What if none glittered at all.
Would the necklace ever lace the meaning of love.