Sleeping Beauty

I envision of a boy waiting for his girl with phone upon his hands freezing on a rainy afternoon, deciding to make a call or not. He sees her approaching in an inviting blush, a sweet smile creeping by the sight of him. Then he stands way slowly while his heart beats rapidly, as if seeping through her loveliness, craving into his mind, planning to replay that very momentous scene before he gets an abiding sleep tonight.

The girl takes hold of his cold hands the way she took hold of his heart five years ago, wiping off the raindrops gently, warmly with an apologetic look. But the boy takes over and hugs her tight because the warmth of being one at heart is the most wonderful sorry after all.

He asks her, "Where have you been all this time?"

"I saw you from the train point and I couldn't stop giving a little cry."

"Why?"

"I thought you would be gone by the time I arrive."

She's 11 minutes late.

"I would not dare."

"I know."

"Then why must you cry?"

"I could not breathe."

"Why?"

"My feelings for you are piling up."

And the boy smiles at her with candidness in his chest, he thinks of spending the rest of his life with this girl and asks her, "Live with me then."

She gives a small push and looks at him in focus.

The boy laughs loud like no other people around the area, the fact that she looks like an innocent kid bizarred on how do magicians disappear, always crosses his days everyday.

She loved a tease.

"Let's go."

And this makes him gulp.

"You sure?"

"I would never date someone like you if I was unsure."

It is just another day for both of them when they woke up nine hours ago but a substantial change could possibly happen with just a piece of pun, coming from our boy in love.... too much love.

They walk hand in hand, clasping too tight, dying of praying of no other days to come. The girl steps gleefully on pebble stones stuck into concrete and uncovered by droplets. Her respect and open-mindedness comes high on natural things, two of her eighty-one traits he loves about her.

She doesn't wish to alter.

"Let it be," he whispered.

"Huh?"

"No, nothing."

The harrowing night falls unnoticeable on the couple, time turning insignificant while snuggling close to each other. Even the stars cannot tell if the moon or the sun will watch over the pair, on which between the king and the queen will give its one last cry.

The wind curling on the curtain windows, blessing the couple of a love that can traverse two worlds.

Of a time uncontrolled be controlled even with just our two lovers.

And the boy and the girl sleeps off dreamily, satiated of the comfort given by nature. The only well-wishers that are not against of this form of love.

This impossible love.

"That no dimension can break the bond of two red strings tied with beautiful intentions, survived storms of the east and west, lifted high during alone times and sadness dissipated along the sea foam from the Pearl of the Orient."

I envision of a girl waking up the next morning, her eyes getting the worst blur as she looks hard on the ceiling.

It is one of the most beautiful mornings in the past seven years but she cannot breathe again, and cried unbeatably for a long-forgotten memory.

Of a boy, she loved so dearly.

But time did not cease to kill him.

Thrice in life they are close,
Lovebirds on ardent nights.
Ev'ry warmth of breath they possess,
A deeper passion ignites.
As kismet dictates with mean,
The sun slaps a cruel scene:
A knowledge of never a "One"
But forever be...detached beings.
So the mates fly home to their nest,
Facing polar opposite sides.
The reality of living miles apart
Fills their hearts with mourning shouts.
Lively as they try to be happy,
To men who do not know of us.
**Secret Love Song
03/21/2k16

-whzl
01/09/2k18 355a
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