I rarely like to explain my poetry or mindless musings as I call it but when I put this on my personal Facebook page, I was beyond surprised by all the kind words and encouragement. I thank all of my lovely friends and readers for being so wonderful. I love love stories and this one just came to my head rather randomly. Hope you enjoy it ๐Ÿ™‚

After years he met her and was struck by her beauty. A beauty not found in books and magazines. Her eyes still danced but a slow, sensual waltz. Her face had tiny lines but her smile had a mystery. She laughed with nary a care for the world and her soul often joined. Her body was imperfect but those curves could twist anyone’s mind. She was the music and the muse. She was the poetry waiting to be told. And he knew he was in love. Stronger than ever.

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Not done a poetry post for long, so without further ado it goes:

In the curve of her waist,
In the ride of her breast,
In the dance of her feet,
In the darkness of her hair,
In the laugh of her lips,
In the joy of her being
He knew he had found heaven.

In the strength of his shoulders,
In the wisdom his eyes,
In the palm of his hands,
In the music of his words,
In the warmth of his touch,
In the kindness of his soul
She knew she had found hers.

She was living a dream

Captain of her Ship,

Master of her life.

Danced her own dance

To music only she could hear.

Engrossed in her solitude

Life passed her like a gradual wave.

She walked alone

Along the pathless woods,

She slept alone

Under the starry skies.

Never wavering.

Never floundering. ย 

Then came a traveler

Stumbled on her path.

A dreamer that

became a song her head.

Playing like a stuck record.

The tune increasing the

Crescendo with every step.

His tune no different from hers,

Yet so unlike.

Like a giant ocean

The traveler kissed her away

To a dreamland

Beyond her little world

Beyond her solitude.

Beyond her dream.

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ย PS: This poem is joint effort by my sister and me. Hope you enjoyed it.ย 

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Like the fallen russet leaves of autumn,
Her music stopped midway.
Like rain washing away sunshine,
Her dance left her footsteps.
Like waves crashing the sea bed,
Her song died a sudden death.
But she continued the hum the tune
During moments of loneliness.
Because to love and to be loved
Was better than to lose and have lost.

Inside the crowded tube,
Amidst the sea of people,
their eyes met
their lips curled into a smile
a word was exchanged
lost in the humdrum of noise.
And the sweet moment
came to an abrupt halt.
They parted ways knowing
they will never meet again
Yet the tiny moment of stolen
tenderness
remained etched in their memories
forever
to bring a smile on sleepless nights.