Pitter-pat breaks the silence of night and sleep eludes her

Unaware of the consequence, her environs come to a blur

Time is a quarter past two, typing with just the laptop light

What she feels if possibly drawn will be a panoramic sight.

Conversation flows like a river, two hearts collide in trance

For them, love is a fortuity, a sentiment and an occurrence

Both gallantly express their devotion, unheard of deterrence.

Longed for a slight caress that melts the extrusive of vents

Abyss of dark eyes full of desire shamed the pitiful laments.

Unexplainable myriad of coincidences developed as expected

Disgraces an average mortal if opposed will stand corrected 

Faultless example fleeting from the fragile grasps of question 

Myths no more, they must succumb to destiny of progression.