A LOVE STORY

Mosaic perceptions

Same chain of events. The day is kaleidoscopic

Bonfire, rainbow coloured robes!

A wedding celebration. Dancing

Hennaed hands;

A serpent, they make 

In the sky.

Hearts are meant to be of the same fabric.

Hers is a glass candy, his is archaic.

Yet...yet...yet...

They make it work somehow

Still together years to come.

Cellulite of his heart is the colour of rust.

In the eye of her mind.

She is an artist:

Rust is transformative.

Cellulite of her heart is kaleidoscopic.

He is a visionary.

The colour is transformative.

And that is love. Love.love.