He was someone who would say,
"Is love real?"
Until his eyes met her lips, smiling
Like a glimmering sunshine, brightened even the gloomiest of days
He would always try to catch a sight of her
A sight of her smiling ,from distance,
Her eyes,
'Tiny' as the world described them
But for him were as large as the universe
Where he could imagine his entire life to spend for
And she
She being the epitome of beauty
Her Grace,
As if she were heaven on earth
Her purity
As if she were a rivulet, flowing through his veins
Driven through his heart
Her divinity,
As if she were the music,
That his fingers plucked out of the guitar strings
Her comfort,
As if she
She were the warmth, his numb soul has ever wanted
She,
She is everything.
Now,
He is someone who would ask
"Is she real?"
And
In the dilemma of life
When he stood nowhere,alone
He found it in his heart
"The portrait of her"
That smiled back at him,
and at that moment he realised
Love is real.
Is Love Real?