A LOVE STORY

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

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.