Lights

Soft shimmers of reflected lights upon the water surface, the emerald glow of the glass neck, that sparkle in your eyes, its perfect. So perfect.

The winds of fate blows us to places that our thoughts have never conceived. The physical setting of the place smolders to being immaterial when our spirits interconnect. No matter where we are, no matter what we are doing, the heart and the mind entwines like the weaves of thread that makes up an intricate pattern on fabric.


My smile is not merely just the involuntary facial muscles at work, but it irradiates from within. Softly, gently, I feel the warmth coursing through my veins. Meeting of the minds, melding of the hearts, it fits like a jigsaw puzzle that magically puts together a picture. A picture that paints a thousand words. The thousand indescribable words you painted in me. xxxooo