by Krinza Momin
As if someone has cast magic on them,
but seperation was a tragic trick.
At the edge of the frozen sea with a desire of warm breeze.
She lost all her dreams and he never slept in peace.
But love never forgets the vintage, and showed some grace!
They met again.
Years had passed, everything must have changed.
When sight met the gaze, they were trying to put it back before them.
The feels most hurt, the things most doubted, fade.
With his deep voice, he greeted a hello.
And out of nervousness she felt her blood flow.
All in the midst of both, a new fairy tale ended with candles blowed.