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
Exchanges held captive, hypnotized like a ceremonial dance
For them, love is a fortuity, a sentiment and an occurrence
Both gallantly express their devotion, unheard of deterrence.
Defy they might but magnetic attraction is flagrantly extreme
Gazes boldly joined and sugary voices extends far upstream
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.
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