Melancholic hue frosted the cosmos,
just like the fall of the twilight.
And the raindrops started caressing the ground,
with their unmelodious tapping sounds,
together with a continuous chain
of ruined ringlets of Her tears,
dripping down onto the cracked earth.
That was when the silent eloquence
of His pair of eyes spoke,
instigating such a quivering agony to Her.
She caught Her breath--
as He invaded Her core.
And the Battle, began.