A Tale of Sobriety

(Picture Courtesy: In the picture)


He loved crimson,
She loved flames-
They formed a picture,
Without any frames...

He loved sonnets,
She loved rhyme-
They formed a verse,
Transcending all time...

He loved nights,
She loved stars...
They dreamt of galaxies,
Became queens and czars...

He loved to write,
She loved to read...
And when she wrote,
It hath him bleed...

(...and because its twists that make life interesting)

So He lived bereft,
She lived all drunk-
Both intoxicated,
With hopes but sunk...

Babble
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1. Yeah Yeah... I know what you're thinking...
2. Try visualizing in an IMAX kind of way to revel more.
3. I wonder how many such stories exist. The starry eyed Hes and Shes...
4. Humans are a doomed race. Period.