Their bodies broke up when their spirits got together; when her soul said yes to his soul. Their ears didn’t need the dimming echoes of spoken words for them to hear each other anymore. Without looking, he saw how high her smile went and she could trace how low his frown went with the stencil of her compassion.
When her fingertips tickled the edges of his palms ever-so gently, she would  know just exactly what thoughts ran through his enchanted mind—she was his gypsy.
Their love transcended into the metaphysical: where shapes, forms, sizes and colour didn’t form the frame of the reality of their bond. Their unity was an emblem of spirituality.
Their souls intertwined; he was her Christ cause he was her vine and she was his branch that bore a fruit that they couldn’t help but eat and eat and eat and..eat.
Mimicking each other’s actions became instinctive; If she cried, he cried. If he was hurting, she was hurting.
Saying ‘I love you’ didn’t make sense anymore cause ‘I’ was ‘we’, ‘love’ was ‘breath’ and ‘you’ was ‘us’.
He became one with the stars cause when he strayed into the vastness of her mind he encountered a whole universe. He felt like the planets cause his world revolved around her light.
Death couldn’t ‘do them part’ because the death was their beginning.