She was poetry.
He was prose.
They met at a few sentences,
Those were the best lines one ever wrote.
She would tease, with the dots of incomplete conversation…
And he would trigger her mind with details.
She loved cryptic.
He loved plain.
Opposites created a symphony,
When poetry fell in love with prose.
The words found meaning, Emotions got wings.
Those were the best lines one ever wrote.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem