Time passing like the breeze
A saying, as old as time is
Strangers become familiar
Create little moments, sparks of life
Of joy, of sorrow, of success, of strife
But something more than it? Rare.

They knew it, the feeling was evolving
Whatever that person did, it was charming
Even the little flaws were now
Seeming like decorations studded
On "his" "her" body, gems of every shade
Even a sight, made them gasp "Wow".

While familiarity was erasing their shyness
Suddenly came the unknown darkness
Reminding them of how little they knew
About each other, were they actually
Seeing the other more than friends only?
Lying in the dark, the fear grew.

Until one day when it was shattered...