That skeptical beauty unexplored, still the risk took,
To be the one or not to be,
The major clashes of the situations overlooked..
A situation same of the two, may be planned,
Somehow healed, with hands in hands,
Though meeting tough and lips sealed rough,
The desperation inclined, and make it to the wine..
That glimpse, A beauty, That touch, So soothing,
A time to be with the merriment cloning,
Those carefree walks, and the street so light,
No fear but just loving delights..
With time came clarity, to peep in to minds,
And making the realizations, transparently divine,
That way of God, to balance between the tastes,
Sweet, Sweeter, Bitter, Bitterer, after all the shine..
Resembling each other, have become the identities though,
Feeling of ownership and a trust so engulfed,
This walk was meant to be, they knew possibly,
This was destiny’s biggest clandestine..