Twinkle in her eyes, matching the fierceness of her heart.
A rapidfire deluge of love and laughter...
A sweetened cardamom tea which she keeps sipping
the light touches adding fairy-dust sprinkles to the heat
the tips of the morning light adding caresses to her day and night
Life after life
This was the moment of reckoning
the moment of truth
There is so much to be felt
the crisp and fluffy food
or the light intoxicating tea
demure morning light
or frantic evening fights
Love was a two-way street
and they were both caught in the middle.
"Let's enjoy,"he said, and his smile was the sort which caught fire in the heat, and spread warmth and cheer.
Little did she know she would be caught in the aftermath of chaos
sort of like fantasy tripping over her own shoelaces
like a little girl
caught in a puddle - ever-widening, ever-deepening, ever-spreading.