Her Poem
He is as a poem to her.
A cheeky grin to her sad face.
A wind to blow her wild hair.
And the star that left her at daze.
Like a classic novel, she's hard to read
But as a passionate reader, he had her mystery freed.
Like a deep painting, he wasn't understandable.
But she realized how his beauty is recognizable.
Like the sun and night, they were never supposed to meet.
But on a solar eclipse, they both crossed path in a heartbeat.
She was ignited with furious fire.
He taught her how to make it beautifully higher.
She was lonely and he was broken.
She was sad and he was lost.
He accompanied her and she mended him.
He made her happy and she found him
And I guess that's love,
Where we complete each other.
She is me. Me before him was me without a smile
But now, that I have him, I can say that I have a lover.
~*~
Wednesday, 28th Of August, 2019
*curtesy*
~MariamElkondakly
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