Two Lines, One Secret
Hybrids' Hub, 18:05;
As the golden rays of the setting sun softly kissed the edges of the book she held, the girl let her voice flow like a whispered lullaby, each word of the poem caressing the air with delicate tenderness.
The man lay nestled in her lap, his breath slow and steady, as if the verses had lulled him into dreams. Absentmindedly, her fingers danced through his hair, tracing lazy patterns, the intimate rhythm matching the cadence of her voice.
"What should I tell you?
you're the one I found
It seems as if a divine arrival has taken place.
"I have seen you so closely by such luck
Rain showers of radiance
"Oh, My beloved, You're so beautiful,
No one was, and no one will be like you,
"Meeting you will be my moonlit night,
Our love will speak on these lovely paths,
"The sky will witness the procession of stars.
The world will search, but you'll be with me.