That sweet thing
He becomes the dance
To her rhythm.
The lyrics to her tunes.
She Measures her moves, cautious and careful
He sprinkles them in the air
Like confetti,
Spirited and care free.
His raw edges rub on to her polished surface
Shooting sparks like fireworks.
Poise personified,
Her grace is the stuff of story books
His ruggedness, like an art in mixed media
Dabbles on her restraint,
Bewitches her senses
Pulls her into his heart
Like the yang to the yin.
Them, probably poster children
For meant to be destiny!
So unlike but so aligned.
This cannot be an earthly transpiring
These souls blending in
Like Sugar and spice, cheese and wine!
Sweetening, intoxicating
Fusing together
Merging into oneness
Seeking completion and finding it
In the pure embrace
Defining partnership
And inspiring tales
Narrated to warm hearts
And bloom smiles.
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