With her head in his lap, she read into a book
Or that’s what he thought, whenever he looked
But why would she read into another universe,
When the face she read into, was perfection to hers?
No wizard, nor beast, nor butterfly
No prince, nor dragon, nor maiden’s cry
Could create a fantasy greater
Than the one that they did, together.
She could have hoped and prayed, a few years of meditation
But she’d find no love could ever have beaten his devotion
He could slog and slave for years in Tartarus
For her, he could do what no mortal or immortal has.
And he could have searched the seven seas, and lands
But he’d find no one who’d truly understand
Him, the way she did- she could read into his soul
Together they were a team, a perfect fit, a whole.
So much love between two people could have created a sea,
And if they could have shared it with people like me:
A thousand of us- malnourished- would go well fed with love,
Love that turns soft, the roughest of the rough.