The Love
It was dark,
the clouds were crying.
Our ego said no,
but the hearts kept trying.
Closest we got,
as the soaring wind kept blowing.
Warmer we felt,
and it started snowing.
It's been years now,
we still chuckle on that day.
Quick meeting of our eyes,
before spinning away.
Wondered,
were we writing life's fairy tale?
Whispers of love,
every muted page entails.
Dancing like a pen,
souls gliding as a dove.
With you penning every page
till the conclusion of "The love."
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