The naive two
Reached out to each other
As their fingers touched
Sparks flew
Like spiderwebs of a lighting strike
And the equivalent of thunder rolled in their souls
To awaken them from every other peripheral distraction
As their eyes met
And their pupils dilated in synchronicity
All they could see was each other, and no other
Fulfilling a prophesy that each had been long foretold was their destiny to realise,
But seemed far fetched to believe,
And neither let go of the other
Either then or now
For, if none of us are naive to begin with
None would be brave enough
To unlock the fairytale that life has in store for us.