When the sun dawned,
and the moon rose,
the hearts danced of emotions.

Some were tender and sweet,
and some were bitter and hard.
Some were very dark that none could hack.

Her laughs were songs and his talks were tunes.
Their love was hoot of an owl.

Her gentle hair and kind smile,
His delicate soul and her tough pride,
made the cupid shoot love to their exact marks.

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In the world of words, keyboard might be writer’s wife but pen will always be his first love.