~ She was an every girl who dressed up each morning hoping that he will come along someday and find her eventually.
He was walking on a road unsure of any reason
and sure of a reason,searching for happiness in wrong places.
~ She was a gleam of morning sunlight that
makes its way through the creases of the curtain and fills the room with its
soft yellow hue.
He was an audacious wind that blows off anything that comes in its way but confides in the branches of the old banyan
tree across the street.
~ She was the mellow country music that gets stuck
in your head and clings onto your thoughts for the entire day.
He was the lead vocalist in the heavy metal band
that performs in the city café
every thursday.~ She was a cup of tea that starts your day and fills your brain with its pleasant aroma.
He was a shot of tequila, strong; one that gives you high and lands you in a world of tranquility.
~ She was an admirer of words, of paragraphs
jeweled in royal blue ink on the glazed yellow pages of her diary.
He kept dainty bits of his dreams preserved,
hidden from the world, in a hard bound journal.
~ She was the warmth he sought solace in.
He was the book she was longing to read.
~ She was the song he created by plucking the
right strings of her heart in his parallel world.
He was the landscape she painted on a cool
summer morning, sipping her favorite flavored milk.
~ She asked "What have I done good enough,
that I found you?"
He kissed her on her forehead and answered
"You kept looking."