She Called It Serendipity.


Deep-set eyes,
Wearing her smile as a disguise.
Standing across the room.
She had an uncanny resemblance,
to an exotic bloom.
She made a glittering cynosure,
for envy.
I looked at her with a look of hope,
thinking...
Can we ever be?

Before I could even think,
And in the next blink.
My thoughts were stabbed,
tongues clashed,
Like they were Knights' swords.
Lips in touch, bodies clutched.
A Melody pulled the strings of my heart,
sculpting it in the shape of a chord.

We would play these chords in bed,
for nights to follow,
Love is no more; it's dead.
Leaving behind an ocean of sorrow,
In which our hearts wallow.

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