He is the
writer of all souls; she is the painter of hearts,
Betwixed
the two, life melded as one, never rent apart,
He is the
strummer of the harp; she is the singer of songs,
Not one
without the other, together, forever, they belong,
He is the
bestower of all smiles; she is the dryer of tears,
Between
them, bequeathing love & removing all fears.
His poetry
she paints, upon the feathers of old birds,
His melodies
she sings, upon the breezes of his words,
His smiles
she sprinkles, upon the blue seas & oceans,
And together
they dance, upon the waves of emotions,
Weaving stories
of fantasy, truth & old ancient schemes,
Entwining
threads of myths, legends & long lost dreams.
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