Her lips were cherry red.
His hands were shaking.
The observant nurse said,
"Is this your first baby?"
"She's actually our eleventh".
They were as excited as first-time parents,
enough so that he [the professional photographer]
forgot how to use his camera.
The moment had finally come.
She patiently labored.
Their shiny infant was born.
Though only hours old,
she smiled her first smile in that hospital room.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Thursday, February 13, 2014
A Love Story
He was unmistakable. He lit up the world the moment he peaked out of the covers in the morning until he laid his head down at night. Even on cloudy days his light would shine through to lift the world in its dreary wonder. None compared to his effulgence. He underestimated his power.
She was unnoticed. But against the darkness that engulfed everything she held up her quiet light. Though surrounded by many, she felt she didn't connect. She admired his bright intelligence and his warmth. She couldn't help but notice that inspiration and beauty grew with each burst of laughter.
And so the moon fell in love with the sun.
She shyly cherished the way gardens leaned towards him and people basked in his incandescence; the way photographers blinked their shutters at his beautiful "good nights" and lovers blinked their passionate eyes at his stunning "good mornings". He changed every life he touched.
"My quiet light will never be noticed by his brillance," she thought. He was just too genuinely good. But fate was on the moon's side. Their paths crossed in one exquisite eclipse.
And so the moon came in front of the sun.
His view of life was quite altered that day. Where once his sights had been set on seeing the world, all he could see was her--the way she influenced the tide and the patience in which she listened to the lone wolf cry.
He loved her imperfections and her inconsistencies almost as much as the romance she graced the world with. She didn't know just how much goodness she brought about and he treasured her humble existence.
And so the sun fell in love with the moon.
And so the universe sighed and was pleased.
She was unnoticed. But against the darkness that engulfed everything she held up her quiet light. Though surrounded by many, she felt she didn't connect. She admired his bright intelligence and his warmth. She couldn't help but notice that inspiration and beauty grew with each burst of laughter.
And so the moon fell in love with the sun.
She shyly cherished the way gardens leaned towards him and people basked in his incandescence; the way photographers blinked their shutters at his beautiful "good nights" and lovers blinked their passionate eyes at his stunning "good mornings". He changed every life he touched.
"My quiet light will never be noticed by his brillance," she thought. He was just too genuinely good. But fate was on the moon's side. Their paths crossed in one exquisite eclipse.
And so the moon came in front of the sun.
His view of life was quite altered that day. Where once his sights had been set on seeing the world, all he could see was her--the way she influenced the tide and the patience in which she listened to the lone wolf cry.
He loved her imperfections and her inconsistencies almost as much as the romance she graced the world with. She didn't know just how much goodness she brought about and he treasured her humble existence.
And so the sun fell in love with the moon.
And so the universe sighed and was pleased.
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