I wrapped my arms around her the way she always loved And leaned close to her ear and gently whispered these words of mine:
Oh how many lovers must have stared at the moon with undying passion, With fiery love in their hearts, and all those emotions they whispered to her; And oh how many lovers must have stared at the church with eternity in sight, Seeing their whole lives before them, together in each other's arms.
How blessed are we then tonight, to be staring at them both; Full of passion and love for each other, With the thought of forever in our hearts."
Inspired by a very beautiful view of the moon behind a church belfry
It was in her silent demeanour On the first night they met And in his joyful enthusiasm That revealed his greatest passions
It was in the way she admired how he wrote his poetry It was in the way he was disappointed When he learned her heart belonged to someone else
It was there during their first conversations When they were miles and miles apart Yet grew closer together anyways Without a care for distance
It was in how she'd tell him things she could never tell others Yes, it was in the way she'd bare herself before him It was in how he'd comfort her with words of courage It was in the way she caused him to write Poems for the poorest of souls
It was there during their deep talks The ones she always loved The ones he was always happy to do
It was in the way she found comfort in him And though it was not altogether obvious It was in the way he also found comfort in her
It was there when she first heard him delivering his poem And how his mere voice sounded much like poetry It was there in his momentary question "Could she possibly like me?"
It was in the way she'd show disgust for other men Who ran after her own heart It was in the way he'd shift from giving her advice To teasing her with those men
It was there during the time she was so angry at him That she rode off without saying much as a good-bye But it was out of care because after all She couldn't bear to lose the man she loved
It was in the way he was surprised by her tantrums And questioned his place in her life And yet could never bring himself to leave her Because this woman was so close to his heart
It was in their quick glances And sudden smiles In witty comebacks And in her apparent embarrassments
It was in the way she made him her diary And that, without his consent It was in the way he loved being her diary It was consented after all!
It was in the way she endlessy ran after him After every fight, after every misunderstanding No matter how many times she wanted to give up She didn't Because this was the man she loved
It was in the way he fortified his towering walls But at the face of her Who would not easily give up His walls started crumbling down little by little And he found himself treasuring her In a way he never thought he could
It was there when she was frustrated at him Because he was dense enough not to realize That he was the man she wanted all along
It was there when he finally realized That her heart did not belong to someone else It was in his keeping all along!
It was there when he hugged her tight Because her world was being thrown into chaos It was there, it was definitely there When she rested in his arms When he rested on her shoulder When two souls so ever intertwined Found themselves so close to each other And found peace in the silence Of the night that surrounded them
They never said it They spoke not a word But love was there in everything they did
It was in the littlest things It was in the tiniest things Love was
He was but a traveler Led by the road of fate To the most broken of souls And it was his role To give warmth To hearts that have run cold To give hope To those who have lost hope To make people fall in love with life That they cling to it dearly long after he has gone Not the one chosen Not the one you'd settle down with He was a traveler He had no home He was a nomad He had no permanence He cannot stay He must not stay So let him do the good he can do Because he might never pass this way again
She never quite understood how much she meant to him Perhaps, because he spoke too little while she revealed too much If only she knew That for the longest time No one has gotten so close to his heart The way she has