Of Love, and Only Love.

 

A story it is, of love

And only love.

In the land of charm

left unexplored by 'em all,

lived two lovers;

Sharing love

somewhere between

Chocolate chips

And Nutella jars.

The air smelled

of bliss and beauty,

As the moonlit skies

watched them dance

barefoot;

to the songs-

Of their beating hearts.

Across the street

Stood the love poems

I have ever penned down:

awwing at this tale, of love,

And only love.

For they,

Were more than

just two young girls

silly in love,

Rising high above

the hushed whispers,

And gender limits.

Now Red,

is the dearest tone

no more.

In seven striking shades

of love,

they soaked

the otherwise greyish skies,

Relishing pride like

never before.

Like how few of

John Green's infinities,

are bigger than the others;

An endless story it remains

forever:

Of love, and only love.

 

                                                                                                                                     - J.