Unseasoned

A drowsy winter morning was her heart
First rays of a clumsy sun,her hopes untouched.
Her faith ran blind,as dew on a leaf,
Like a child hung on fairies in a world of disbelief.

He however lived like a summer afternoon,
Basking in endless glory
Breathing in pride,
An untamed and scorching mind,
Far from the grey,miles from the moon.

Life was mindless and merged their way
Life...
To her it was soaked in sunkissed illusions,
Him,nothing less than burning passion might keep him for a day.
Little knew life that disaster has its own unseasoned way...