In the quiet moments of dusk,
Her words flow like a gentle stream,
Love, a tender, unbroken trust,
A shared, eternal dream.
She writes of hearts entwined,
Bound by threads unseen,
In every verse, love defined,
In shadows and in sheen.
With ink she paints the night,
Stars of passion and grace,
Every line a beacon of light,
In love’s sacred space.
Through her eyes, we see anew,
The beauty of a lover’s embrace,
In Rupi’s words, love grows true,
Transcending time and place.