" I can build no monuments to show my undying love. I am just a pauper, a father to many, a king without a throne. My feelings for you bleeds through me. In my battles and scars. In your honour and my pride. For I am a warrior and you, my will to return home. " She had smiled through her tears yet again. His words resonated in her ears. " I can build no monuments to show my undying love for you. Or thank you for everything you did. I am just a pauper, a father to many, a king without a throne." " Your love needs no monuments. It belongs to my heart. Not everyone is meant to know or feel our love. " She had put on a kesar tika. "My feelings for you bleeds through me. In my battles and scars. In your honour and my pride. For I am a warrior and you, my will to return home. " He promised. And he did. Year after year. Battle after battle. Some lost. Some won. Always full of hope for another one. She pushed him for better. Such was their love. It needed no great bards to write their tale. Or a story to glorify their love. Her looks were ordinary. Her heart pure. And she an unique soul to his restless one. He had a purpose. She stood by him for it. Together they build a free state for the subjects they called children. And their names remain immortal in history. Together. With each other. Forever. And you still ask me, why them? 💜🔚 #yqbaba #ajourneytodiscoverlife #lovequotes
