She blossomed. They blossomed
She danced in bliss. They danced in bliss
A smile lit her face. A smile lit their face too.
In those ordinary moments, she hardly went unnoticed.
Yet….
When the real magic happened
And the stars bowed at her feet,
When the most beautiful and enchanting moments occurred,
Nobody noticed.
She was quite like the sun she turned to every morning…
A dazzling picture, each time she unfurled her divinity
And yet, much like the sun…
When she did, most of her usual audience…
They were sleeping
Beautiful poem!