Imperfectly Perfect Date


She was not furious, but a bit angry,
She just wanted some time,
When they both could be all by themselves,
Looking into each others eye,
Talking about their sorrow and happiness,
Maybe just sitting still would be enough,
She might hum & he might play the guitar,
Strings could be those wild pine and cedars,
They can gaze the twinkling little stars,
She always wanted that imperfectly perfect date,
Where the silence is more powerful,
And the sound of heartbeats was echoing all around,
They have a special bond,
Which no one can ever understand,
She can watch him like this for hours,
Early morning till the glittering night showers,
Now she writes a monthly letter,
It's about those mountains and her,
Just him and her!

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