When you knocked at the door..

When you knocked at the door..

It was early April
When you knocked at the door..
And serenity was spread across the shore..
With noise very little
You treaded in as faithful as spring..
With honey
Your eyes were dripping..
The sky was overloaded
With age old blue
And weather was fine and lovely..
Of cruel perfidy..
There was no such clue..
You were sweet Monalisa
Sweet are the vernal foot prints..
Sweet are those nice memories
 And ever green are
Those pleasing hints..