HEAVEN ON EARTH

She thinks he is hurting me,
And well, she is right.

But not in the way she thinks,
Its something else entirely.

I know she knows,
And how much it affects her.

The world truly is a stage,
As said the bard.

And we may as well be actors,
But we are not playing our parts.

Even if this is written,
In the script of our lives.

But I shall hold my peace,
Forever if I have to.

And never put her dreams,
Or plans in jeopardy.

I love her too much for that,
Almost as much as she loves me.

The greatest love stories,
Are all tragedies.

So I ask the creator,
can ours be any different?

I hope it can be all that I imagined,
And much more.

And if that is achieved,
It won't be short of heaven on earth.

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DREAM

I wound up right in the middle of it
She was already there, haggling over commodities of sorts

She turned to me and stated "too expensive, hun"
Her face kept her secret,only her eyes spilt the beans

I fumbled for my money but found none at hand
I looked at that face

I had vowed to procure anything that she desired
So was I going to be bested by something so minuscule?

She knew what was going through my mind
Clasping my hand in her soft ones, she nodded

She looked away, she knew her eyes betray her
But I needed no confirmation

I took mine from hers and walked down the path
Leaving her there, a sorry figure

I'd told her I'd be back in a while with the money
she should hold onto those bangles

Five, ten, fifteen. Seconds to minutes, and to hours
She waited with the crimson bangles in hand

A figure, from behind, caught her and spoke in her ear
She knew it was him, she recognised his touch

"You can keep these bangles now for I have bought them not
Instead, I borrowed the cart"

She looked at him, puzzled, why would he do that?
He walked away with the cart

She stood there with bangles in hand, still
Gazing at the path he had taken

It would be a while before she would see him retrace his steps
But she promised herself that she'd wait

She looked on, waiting for him to return.
The bangles on her hand would only be a spectacle for him, alone.

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