Oxymoron
October 11, 2016
there is order to your chaos;
tenderness to your anger.
you are dark,
you are light.
you are human,
you are divine.
there is grace to your grief;
melancholy to your joy.
you are fire,
you are ice.
there is method to your madness;
peace to your unquiet.
you are calm,
you are mayhem.
Storybook love
Their friendship began like a storybook tale, never shall it end.
He greeted her, she answered kindly, questioning a cute bow.
It was curious to her page, so she looked at his, deciding to send,
compliments of the autumn scene, causing a confused scowl.
His answer surprised her, she meant to be nice,sweet.
Her translation bewildered his thinking, uncertain he spoke.
Till looking each day for a comment, friendship grew complete.
Teasing, laughing, never serious, she warmed with his jokes.
Never before had someone raised her curiosity, was distance solvable?
Minutes turned to hours as the most curious of relationships grew.