TSL, Santosh BaKaya Prompt 

They were in love

Both barely out of childhood

A young love, idealistic love

Full of dreams and eternity 

Walking hand in hand

Kissing under the banyan tree

A young wild banyan tree

The boy, for that was what he was, really

Got his pocket knife out

Carved a heart on 

The narrow tree trunk

The heart turned around it

Filled with both their names

Linked forevermore in love

Time passed, the tree grew

And with it the love heart

Centuries elapsed

Their bodies decayed into dust

Still their love grows

For everyone to see

Though the tree never forgot

The names of its defacers.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

All rights reserved