Oct 14, 2013

Her smile mends his broken soul,

the twinkle of her eyes, his heart. 

Without her, his life is an abysmal hole,

for she is truly his most precious fine art.

Within his play, she holds the greatest role,

she his Bacall & he her Bogart.

When they are out for a stroll,

the trees sway in tune to the chords of their heart. 

Nothing is as great as the love they hold,

not even God would know how to break them apart.

And yet, they know nothing of this intertwined soul,

for they cannot hear what calls from their hearts.

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