Shoulders like sloped mountains
Eyes of nature on fire
A smile that could melt the coldest of ice.
That was him,
Hair of the darkest ebony
The moon kissed his skin with its glow
A voice that could charm the Pied piper himself.
In all his grandeur.
A tangled waterfall of golden silk
Eyes as enchanting as the summer sky
With velvet white roses in place of skin
That was her,
That gaze that would caress your soul
And swallow you whole
like secrets or whispers.
In her all her splendour.
This was them,
In all their magnificence.
A partnership like the wind.
You feel it stirring your hearts,
Just like the breeze in your hair.
This could only be us.
