Read this poem on one of the bloggers page, liked it well enough to post it over here.
He was a clam
Not open all closed
She an open book
He opened when he chose.
He thought he knew her
He had read the pages all
But she remained a riddle
He never could solve.
He hid himself well
Never bared his soul
Yet she knew him like herself
May be more, who really knows…
Their love flourished
Unlikely as it seemed
Different as chalk and cheese
In spirit they were peas in a pod
A love story whose end
I am too scared to explore
So my verse ends right here
With a ‘happily ever after’
1 comment:
Thanks for the honor.
Shail Mohan
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