CAMELOT FANTASIES

18 are the number of days
Since we spoke of love
Oblivious to the stares
As the rain pounds
Your arms embraced
Feeling our hearts beat
Like rhyming streams of poetry
Playfully repeating our prose of love
That fateful turn
Of the kitty corner
Both lost in our thoughts
Slammed into each other
Singing to our own songs
Strangely reminiscent of days gone by
Our souls recognition
That fateful day
When rain played its own drum beat
Repeating streams of love
Emotions flow
Two broken hearts did mend
As the rain continued to descend
Looking in each other’s eyes
Two hearts became one
Instantaneously
Truth unveiled from gloomy skies

~Divine