Monday, February 04, 2008

Unconditional.

His sharp nose defined
Like an angle.
His tender lips shaped like the Cupid's bow
His complexion, curiously blushed
To steal a second glance at the girl
on the other side of the window
He writes a note and hands it to her
Hurriedly.
She looks back with a perplexed expression
But does not reject to accept
The message.
Her smile is estimated to be
A million dollars.
Her beauty - beyond and above desire.
Her grace - matchless.
She follows him mesmerized
Into a world of trust.
A world of unconditional love.
She follows him, unaware. Unsure.
He paints her world
In the hue of faith.
They get lost in each other
In thought, In spirit.
Never looking each other in the eye.
Never holding hands
Never touching one another's shadow.
Devoring the elixir
Of togetherness
They walk together
Like parellel lines
Always close
But never
United.

1 comment:

  1. Unconditional love, but conditional passion to follow, like rail lines that seldom cross each other, but always look out for each other. good writing..

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