Moon is the most romantic thing they say and it is probably true.
As it shone through the inky clouds, like funeral shrouds sailing over the midnight skies.
The vines were dangerously close as were the small living beings quite inquisitive to witness the Aphrodite's streak.
She looked beautiful as she glowed under the moonlight. She was hiding something in her other hand but he was too engrossed to notice.
He was too engrossed to notice, he easily lost himself in her dark, earnest eyes. Amid the smile that could melt hardest of hearts, and the strands of hair falling loosely on her face that he couldn't stop caressing.
Suddenly she broke away, the peace now flawed, she sat on one knee.
The road was cold and rough. It bit through her knees but his love would soothe all her pain away.
His love would be medicine to all her pain.
She sat on one knee and took out the band which she had been hiding all through the night.
She proposed just like he had proposed a year ago.
And he cried on her shoulder like she had cried a year ago.
The only difference was, last year's ring made today's band.
YOU ARE READING
The Moonlit Vines Making The Eternal Binding
RomanceIt is a very short poem. It's romantic, and will send send jitters of love and admiration down your spine. Yes that is the power of fantasies. You seek what seeks you.
