Sometimes you can’t explain what you see in a person. It’s just the way they take you to a place where no one else can.
― Unknown (via psych-facts)

Today, I dip the pen in ink
The golden tip of the pen nib glistening
Waiting to write the memoirs of us
Yearning to sketch the intimate moments
Creating motifs of love, passion and surrender
With every drop of ink, the pen becomes bolder
As there are different hues of ink
Reflecting the various moods that we experienced
Essaying the most passionate drama
Where we are the only protagonists
Revealing each amorous Act
Until the writing reaches a crescendo 
And the last Act of the drama takes us to a new high.