They walked so slow, the world grew kind,
two souls adrift, two hearts aligned.
Their words were clouds—half-formed, half-free,
yet love hummed soft, in harmony.
He hid behind his trembling grin,
a mango juice, the sun within.
Her laughter spilled—so pure, so sweet,
like dawnlight pooling at his feet.
It slipped upon her chin, a gleam,
he wiped it gently—half a dream.
No need for words, no need for art,
his thumb translated what beat in his heart.
Their voices cracked, their phrases curled,
but oh, how fully they held the world.
He saw a bloom on a wall of gray,
and plucked it softly, shy as day.
He tucked it in her hairclip’s clasp,
and both looked down, too shy to grasp
that heaven paused to watch them there,
with giggles tangled in the air.
The world may say their minds are small,
but love outgrows the mind at all.
For hearts like theirs, unscarred by guile,
can make the broken sky still smile.
Half of reason, full of grace,
a holy calm in their embrace.
Two fragile stars, too pure for fight—
they taught the dark how to love the light.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 7:44 AM UTC