A ray of hope from the broken window of happiness danced its way to her heart,
Of tears and empty promises, for what she knew from the start.
His touch so soft, she could hardly feel a thing,
Magic to her sadly broken wing.
A whisper of love, an apparent ceaseless night,
Dancing to the sound of her dreams, at the highest height.
And, how she fell, the fall of belief, on the dawn of destiny,
A warm grab of his strength, the moment of an eternity.

Soft breeze danced in through the window left open,
Touched the dreams that shattered, promises which were broken.
It danced around the depth of the emptiness, the shallowness of yesterday,
Where destiny conquered will in a fray.  
She cried on the doorstep, when the breeze blew her hair,
The timelessness of a forever, more than she could care.

Her tears swept away in the breeze through the window left open,
Above the dreams that shattered, promises which were broken.
To the nothing owned by he who had it all,
Loneliness of his eyes soaked by the breeze, before it could fall.
Two droplets from the rain which may lead to drought,
Gave birth to a rainbow, shone brighter than thought.

Beautiful breeze smiled and closed the window left open,
Their eyes witnessed the dance of the words beautiful left unspoken.

She was the wave of a flood, the tremor of disaster,
The bitter truth that left in ruins all the laughter.
He was the dawn, the warmth melting a winter moon,
The laughter of a child, a poet’s boon.
She touched a life only to dance it into grief,
Her smile was broken, or was that a dream?
He was a dream, a moment of truth,
To a heart so homeless, a comforting roof.
They danced along a path, destiny playing its hand,
Writing music, so effortlessly, along the dropping sand.
His magic so flawless, so was her curse,
What seemed beautiful, turned its page for the worse.
Tears made rivers, rivers evaporated to dreams,
The glittering gold of happiness, was darkness, indeed.
Fate called it love, they had almost called it a defeat,
When he called their victory, in a strong belief.
Tears made rivers, rivers evaporated to a mystery,
How the seven oceans in between, failed to stop destiny.