He's In Love with a Poet

"Why do you like poems?" He genuinely asked, a question that he has yearned to hear the answer.

He looked at her that not even words could define nor describe. A small smile etched in her face as she heard him asked.

"Simply because they are simple yet have deeper depth than stories" She started and she has that faraway look in her eyes, a look that states her heart and mind is somewhere else. A place which she created. Her world. And he hoped to be a part of it. "Poems, they do not have beginnings nor endings, they simply just last long" she paused and silence stripped them bare, her voice is imprinted in his mind. "But stories they end. They always do." She added and a smile graces her solemn face.