It was on the eve of valentine's day
When the bread of love became stale
An our nest was no longer fitting us
Love had grown wings
Ready to fly from its perching tree
With only hope of landing on mountain top
She sat cross-legged on the floor
In a sullen mood
She cussed my name
Fantasy became her world
Her mind detached from reality of life
She dreamt floating in air
Our love ran parallel
But not so when we fell in love
When we touched, kissed, and...
I first saw her face in a mirror
In a barber's shop where I sat
Her smile ignited my lips to play fair...
To be continued.
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Author:
Francis (Pseudonym) (
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