Down down the stream they went
Talking and giggling like little babes
Everyone thought the stars are in their favour
But nay, the stars aren't witness to evil
Twirling in a beautiful dirndl she would run to and fro
While he runs along
They would fall at the tree side and make promises
Known to man but uneasy to fulfill
They call it love
They believed they have all that could be described as affection
But nay! Passion controls what the eyes sees and emotion controls
What the ears hears. Emotion and passion need to be sustained
A year and a month apart
Love was tested on the road of distance
Where touch was a dream and words were a second mission
Stories and excuses becomes a norm that is cultured into barricaded
Affection
After a year and four months, a new feeling emerged
Leaving nothing but a new phase of attraction
Now, they no longer sing to each other as before
Rather they live like parquets on the street of forgone affection
They were controlled by passion
Not sustained but rather mistaken to be love
Indeed passion can build a new phase of existence.
Just passion!
