A thing Beyond Forever

​Her existence was adjective and he her noun. He was fever and she was the temperature. He was the season and she was change. He was perched earth and she the monsoon. She was the melody and he the music. She was inertia and he her motion. She was monotony and he her vacation. He was the creation but she was his destiny. She was his first love.

But she was no more a part of his life, she was his life. Her face was what reflected in every blank canvas. She was not the fairy in the heaven, but she was something much more beautiful than that. The peace in her smile, her silvery locks and the serenity of heaven.

♥ ♥ ♥♥ P

_Jnanendra