They

A man standing by the threshold
shun by the light of mind
Kept as the other - half
Of a weary heart and aloof soul;
He who keeps closed the fortress of his heart,
Have come to know;
A prim and quiet being who bears,
A seemingly hard shell;
Confessed affections that seemed,
Unlikely felt before
That caugh ablaze he solitary heart
Of a touchy and cautiously bold gait,
Then lovers they become
Kept by the promises of love...

Mystique Girl

When those cherubic eyes

shut upon twilight time

when the sunshine gleamed

upon that solemn image of fate

cupped by the gentle, soft-skinned bare hands..

like to the humming of the fairies in the woods

like to the early bird's chirping over the trees

The world had just rejoiced and the welcome

the moment of mystified creation...