Little Puppy

She opened the door.
And there it was.
A face that is always so innocent.
A pair of eyes that always melts her heart.
A small and cuddy body that always warms her.

It always comes running to her,
To lick her,
To play with her,
Or wanting her to scratch it.

Its furry body makes it cute,
Its actions make it even cuter.
If it is at fault,
It will whimper and go to one corner,
As though reflecting on its mistakes.
If it is hungry,
It will give her a puppy face,
As though wanting her to give it more food.

All its cuteness,
All its innocence,
Makes it more lovable.
As the door closes,
It sits at that very spot,
Waiting for the door to be open again.

She closes the door,
And smile to herself happily.
She can’t wait to open the door again.

The First Year

The weather had been kind to them.
Not rainy and not sunny.
A perfect day,
For their first year together.

Looking back,
They met in a normal way,
But spoke in an unexpected way.

The first time they met,
He looked so gentle despite his dressing.
While she,
Hidden behind a thick book.

As days goes by,
They became a couple.
There were many happy moments,
There were many bitter moments,
There were many sad moments too.
However,
They went through it all together.

Bounded by fate,
Overcoming all odds together,
They are still deeply in love with each other.
They are still each other’s pillars of support.
They will still continue to be together,
Forever and ever,
Till death do them apart.