He is angryShe is sweet
He’s always excited
She is at peace.
He consumed
By worries and fear
But she soothes him
Holding near.
He swears screaming
She whispers “my love,
Don’t stay mad, babe,
Life passes fleeing.
Come, let’s play, dear,
Let’s fly, fly, fly up high
Where the air is so
Clear, rarified.”
His world is dark
Her’s bright as day.
He wants to run away
She wants to stay.
These two are just like
Lady and the Beast,
What a show called
The power of love.
Andreea Garden, August 2016
Theo and Mira 