For long they have hidden their passion. But not anymore. Tonight, they will dance, consumed in a torrid desire. The moon, regal in his full form, seduced her with his raw power, wrapping her in his silvery shine. The rain, sensuous in her curves, taunted him with her soft touch, drenching him in her icy heat. The night simmered and sizzled, as they cast a spell, captivated in their steamy tango while the world slept blissfully unaware.
Marriage is a sacred institution or so I have heard. Marriage is the union of two people, not only physically but mentally, emotionally, intellectually and in every other aspect or so I believe. If I go by my belief, then the custom of arranged-marriage teeters on the edge between absurdity and abominability. Still, before I hurt the sentiments of the many straitjackets, I state that it is only my opinion and I am not always correct. And the stereotypical society will be only too happy to denounce that the likes of me are never correct. But then again, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, eh! For me, marriage is the natural successor to love, and if not, then it is just an empty abyss, a shackled confinement.
To all those dreams that lay in wait, many a time has gone by blurring you out and many a day has dawned illuminating you sharp. But no matter what, I can always feel you rushing through my blood, I can always sense you pulsing in my heart, a constant throb, an ever-present beat. Like a horse galloping or a snail crawling, each day has me, inch closer and closer to you still.