He waded puddles,
She paddled pools,
He practised stringent,
She broke the rules.
He never questioned,
She answers so denied,
She wept in buckets,
He grieved while dry-eyed.
He loved the movies,
She found her films in books,
He doubted everything,
She believed in spooks.
He trod a measure,
She went where angels feared,
Opposites in many ways
Yet love lived, always near.
He travelled inwards,
She ventured out,
Alternating circumstance,
Always there was doubt.
But constant was the keeping
Of the fascination fixed,
Dots connected details lost,
Oil and water mixed.
I love this. That is all. 😉 xo
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Beautifully written momus. Sounds like all our relationships in one way or another.
Always testing, but with a love to guide us, bringing us out of our shells at each and every chapter of our lives 🙂
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beautiful duet
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Ah, ever is it so. Opposites find each other. Love the rhyming.
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I love this. 🙂
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