To twinkling candle-light and sound of waves.
A breeze that gently touched their naked skin.
They had been young, they had been free.
When love was all that mattered, and dowry wasn’t set.
But now the candle-wax had set,
like all the scars of acid, that marred her face.
He took her hand, and watched the candle light
reflected in her eyes.
They had survived, and proved, that love can be much stronger
then all the prejudice of family traditions.
He took her wrinkled hand in his and said:
“In you, I found the love that built a modern dynasty”
The poet in me wanted to tell a bitter-sweet romantic story this week. No murders, but hopefully with an edge, but with a happy end.
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And today it’s two years since I started blogging. Hurrah for that 🙂
April 30, 2014