Two broken souls intertwined together,
Like a mosaic creating a beautiful muse with broken pieces which are meant to fit together.
He adored her like a piece of art and she adored his love which she returned it immaculately.
He was the one she could ever ask for and She was the one he always dreamt of.
'What is love to you? ' She asked.
'When they make you feel at home. They make you feel that the world is not strange.
At the end of the day they'll be your favorite place to run to when your mind searchs for peace. Love, perhaps, should always be this simple.' He answered.
People to her were merely words but he was the whole poetry, a poetry of her silent love which no one seemed to get but him.
- Hardee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem