How magical the feeling truly is, that feeling between two bonded souls.
Added strength, added weakness, a perfect balance to their lives on a whole.
His blank mind, an empty canvas, feels dull until her thoughts color the sense of joy.
Her heart wails, all set to storm tears, like those dark clouds, if she caught any moist in his eyes.
There was a time, where all he could see was her, with his eyes closed. Words started to flow with great force, the tip of his quill was driven by pure love.
Pink crept over her cheeks, as charm in every word carved a place for him in her left, that beautiful feeling she went through was perfectly right, she knew her heart’s under theft.
But things change, nothing remains same, so was his art. Now only remains were spilled ink, scribbled words, torn papers and feeble mind.
He complained every now and then, cried his heart out, as he couldn’t believe his timid word art, the flaw seems to have met him right in the heart.
She never gave up on him, never did she accept he was flawed, she knew that the time is an unconquered master, it plays its game really smart, even the sun looks weakest when its in the west, she always insisted him to follow the thing under his chest.
How beautiful this truly is, that strength between two bonded souls.
When love meets life, every pain soothes, every hurt cures, every heart beats till the last.
© The Heartbroken Quill