MISSING THOSE COLD EVENINGS

Missing Those Cold Evenings

Missing those cold evenings, you and me,
A hot cup of tea, wild and free.
The mountains listened to our laughter bright,
As you held my hand, soft and tight.

A waterfall behind, a love so true,
Snowy peaks watched over you.
Riding on horseback, reaching the crest,
Your worried eyes—your silent unrest.

We played in the snow, I slipped, you smiled,
Captured in pictures, lost in the wild.
Tea in the valley, dinner in starlight,
A sky full of stars, our hearts took flight.

You held my hand as the plane took air,
My first time flying, but you were there.
We promised a love that forever stays,
A vow we made in moonlit haze.

But love, like snow, began to fade,
As we returned, lost in the shade.
Safe for you, yet not for me,
A love once strong, now lost at sea.

Forced apart, with hearts so sore,
The cup of tea is warm no more.
Yet still, I long for those evenings true,
Me, the tea, and memories of you.

                             KULSOOM AFZAL