Tuesday, 28 April 2015

Love-story.

She loved mountains,
He loved her.
So he travelled to the mountains with her,
Forgetting what he loved: seashores.


He loved poetry,
She loved him.
So she recited him his favourites.
Forgetting what she loved: prose.


She loved to sing,
He loved to play the guitar.
And they performed together.
That’s where their love found its lost meaning.



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