Their Love Was Like Poetry

Their love was like poetry

Hearts beating together

Like the lines of a poem

Pulsating in rhythm

Asymmetrical at times,

Rhyming only at random intervals,

Like the waves of the sea

Words bumping against one another

Some making no sense

And a few, fitting together

Like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle

There were days when they were like sonnets

Singing the lyrics of their shared vows

On others, they sat by the fire

Holding hands

Watching the flames gulp down

The remnants of the fights they just had

Just like the surge of passion poets feel

To fill their own emptiness with words

Cascading down their souls

They were sometimes, like haikus

Expressing all their love

In the little things they did for each other

And often they sat in silence, as if fluent in its language

Drawing metaphors out of the moments

When their eyes met, their hands touched and their souls connected

Their love was indeed like poetry

Beautiful, serene, and deep

But not understood by many

And sometimes, not even by them