Labyrinth

In the middle of a month,

when she was lost in a labyrinth; 

he found her in between the path.

With rushing hemoglobin and serotonin,

She glanced at his grin;

and all he wanted, was to kiss on the brim. 

  

He took her hand, 

and helped her to understand;

how to deal up with the strands.

Yes,

The strands 

That tangled her.

That shattered her.

 

He held those strands,

entangled them with his hands 

and used them, to make a way out, from this puzzled land. 

 

He took a piece out from himself,

to enshrine peace on a torn self.