Mystery of wisdom
Turns on,
Beauty of logic
Just adds on,
This thread woven in heart,
But matured in time,
Each wrinkle but a witness,
Our days, not, but persisted,
Kissing a conflict goodbye,
“Who said it was going
To be luscious and this long,”
Years’ ambition, ego’s demise –
This union not defined in a hurry,
– a foreplay made in grace and glory,
Body frails yet heart trembles,
Mind escapes yet soul flies.
