A fairy tale
that the heart was craving for centuries,
searching deep into the breezes.
Her love for him was old...
old enough to echo her empty space.
It was flowing and glowing,
leaving a tinted moisturizer.

Years passed...
but the analogy remained static.
Her heart was in no rush.
She alone, travelled on that emotional track...

Packages carried; overloaded.
Ah....what a nostalgic moment it was.
Each one of us laughed, enjoyed...