Poem photograph

I got her dry roses.
Which she loved anyway
I got her insomnia.
Which she admired.
I got her poems.
Which she read well.
I got her moments.
Which she lived wildly.
Dry roses 🌹,sleepless hours.
Waiting,ulUnspoken words.Sharp.
Memories in moments.
Wild and fierce.
You and I.
I and you.
Dry roses.Long nights.
Poems. As I breathe her.
Poems and love.
I and you.
Lovers. Souls.
No fantasies.only real love.
-Krishna Choudhary
Poems written by me are not just words they are emotions.