For him she was a story,
who'd make him a hero.
For him she was a muse.
who'd make him an artist.
For him she was music,
who'd make him a maestro.
For him she was mystery.
who'd make him an enigma.
For him she was a riddle,
who'd make him a sleuth.
For him she was a pillar.
who'd make him grounded.
For him she was an antique,
Who'd make him unique.
For him she was a gem.
Who'd make him rich.
For him she was light.
who'd make him bright.
For him she was opposite,
who'd make him stymied.
For him she was anything but,
What he thought
was his ideal her.
For him she embodied,
The crux of his being.
She held his heart.
The question begets,
What was he to her?
To be contd....
Lovely.. a 2 min read is misleading at times, for underneath the surface u beget a soul.. so often we live with an uni dimensional view of things.. if only we mere humans wud stop to think..
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