The grin in the eye
With a chuckle of the mouth
The corners turn up
As emotions flash within the eye
The window to the soul
What do you see when you look into a window?
What do you expect to see?
Objects, events, places or people?
Materials, ornaments, life or defiance?
The hand that reaches for
The hand that grasps
The hands that hold on
To each other.
Mischievous tones
Coupled with well-meaning words
With a dash of love and heart
and a sprinkle of stardust.
Two movies in a day.
Walk.
Open
Reach
Hold
Close.
Trust.
Comfort.
Hugs.
Imagine you took a boat twice, and both times the boat sank.
Each boat bearing a different captain.
Each course it sets out is different.
But you survived.
And then another boat appears.
A different captain, a different route.
Dare you take the risk of climbing onboard?
Cause, life is the road that I want to keep going
and love is the river I want to keep flowing
and life is the road, now and forever,
wonderful journey.
Sweetly innocent
With a sprinkle of radiance
She knows the value of immaterialism
And yet strikes the fine balance
Between materials and that which cannot be weighed.
Voice of warmth and familiarity
For a stranger in a strange land.
Eyes much bigger, and hair much longer,
But love doesn't bleed.
A refuge, a stronghold, she seeks
The previous ones were too shaky
Or left her ashore
Abandoned, left alone, helpless.
