I posted this at Den yesterday:
Playful drops of water were a little coy,
They were whispering to each other,
"Pin drop silence my dear brothers,
Listen to the song of love,
that the man is singing for his beloved."
Near the fountain,
A word held the hand of another word,
They came together to knit a conversation,
Helping a relationship take steps forward,
Devoid of any shady proclamation.
Playful drops of water were winking,
Watching the two stars twinkling,
"It's is a magical sight,
Hey brothers, the woman is smiling bright,
Looks like the man is picking words right."
Near the fountain,
He held her hands, looked into the eyes,
Each word he spoke promised a life magical,
Wiping away doubts and the shadow of lies,
Giving her the reasons to play the song lyrical.
Playful drops of water were dancing,
Watching a dream blooming,
"When two beautiful people talk,
Time runs to stop the ticking clock,
Souls speak and then take a silent walk."
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