She fell in love with the sparks that enkindled their young thoughts.
She fell in love with the words and feeling she had fought.
She loved the way he molded his words into embers that light.
Smoked the soul, ignited the fire, an arsonist she couldn't fight.
There had been times, times like these before.
When she was looking and searching for more.
Never did she think she will find one day.
Out of the blue, so sudden, it took her through dismay.
She fell in love how the moments passed by.
She fell in love how the words touched the soul.
How simple emotions were touching the hearts.
They filled the holes of her ripped soul.
He was there so perfect, she knew, her memories revived.
They spoke their thoughts, for endless moments they survived.
One of such moments ceased her by surprise.
Perhaps he was so perfect and from the paradise.
She was under the spell of words that could be felt.
She seeped them in, only to make her heart melt.
The words kept flowing through her rushing blood.
She had been crushed before but emerged as a new bud.
Marvelous. :)
ReplyDeleteI can't imagine someone writing as beautiful as this unless he or she is 50, with a wrinkled face and a crooked cane.
ReplyDeleteWhats your story?
May be your imagination is on the spot. :P
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