A Love Story

He was day. 

She loved nights. 

They met on the horizon

At twilight. 

She was a daydream. 

He dreamt of her with a castle in the air

Of soft kisses

And stroking her hair. 

She was not good with feelings 

Or words of expression. 

He found solace and peace

In their silent sessions. 

She screamed in agony 

Falling apart, 

He caught her falling and

Poured all the love of his heart. 

She aspired to be an artist 

For she had numerous stories to tell, 

But every time he looked at her he thought, 

"She is an art herself."