Face spoke of the features galore
And none of them viewed to approve
But the voice carried beauty to fore
And the voice that married through
Even darkness had but to suffice
This time… as the souls met
Play second fiddle to the first choice
Of visions, of union, of fate
They fell in love at no sight

For whom the day and night
Is but a touch of the clock’s hands
Breath of warmth bathe gently inside
The rhythm their bodies stand
Among the deceiving crowds of pretence
Where shadows chase an ethereal sight
A glance is less popular here, but immense
Worthy is a touch to unite
They fell in love at no sight

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