Time flow

Constant stream

Neither swift

Nor slow.

If one sat still

For a moment

Become one

Omnipresence

He could

Hear

See

Feel.

Glancing to the side

See her smile

Surrounded

Friends.

It was consolation

To a certain degree

Knowledge

He was one

Who can make her

Complete.

Soon

It would be time

To break the jar

Containing the flower

See

How

The relationship

The rose

Blooms.

There cannot be perfection.

You will be hurt

Countless times

Built up

Broken down

Endless cycle

Pointless perhaps

Inherent meaning

There is none

If so

He would have to

Construct

His own vocabulary

The meaning

Of genuine.

A flower

Must endure

A couple of caterpillars

Destroy several petals

In order to see

Beautiful

Butterflies.

Heat and wind

Season change

The only constant

Change.

No room for complacency

In a dynamic world.

Several years ago

Could he face

Himself

The pessimist

In its rawest form

Acerbic and spiteful

Rotten cynic

A mordant critic

Of youth

Knock some sense

Into his skull

Cry

Tears

Of mockery

See

How the self-proclaimed

King of loners

Now a hypocrite

Subject

To a stereotype

Despicable character.

Yet

Through

Time

Effort

Interaction

From the shell

Reappear

Not a cynic

Nor a loner

Just a man

With the help

Of a loving girl

She pulled him out

From his own abyss.

Courtesy of a certain fire queen.

The sky stretched high

A blank canvas

Steadily painted

Colors

Peach and purple

Sun set

The ending pages

Of another day

A storybook.

Deep blue skies

Reminded her

The favorite hue

Of a gray person.

His hair

Matted and black

Poor compared

A contrast

To a certain blonde

Yet

Under dusk light

Fine.

Dead were his eyes

Yet to each dark cloud

A silver lining

If one would look closer

Deep meanings

Under the rotten façade

Soft heart

Understanding

Mind.

Superficial vision

Dictate such appearance

A gruesome caricature

Of a broken person

We fail to understand

What broke them

In the first place.

She understood

And saw beauty

Under the dust

A humble face

Endearing.

She who is in love

Sees beauty

Everywhere.

Too often

We fail to see

Beyond the mask

Superficial sight

Give birth

Superficial assumption

Judgement of a book

By the cover

And to some extent

By the price tag.

True value

Is not dictated by numbers

Otherwise

Human emotion

Is simply a mathematical formulae

Calculable

Eradicating the flaws

Allowing for perfection

In an imperfect system

A dystopian society

Nullifying

The value

Of being human.

Noise was music

Each step

A dance

Sensation

Unlike any before

Infatuation

Makes the heart glide

But love?

She felt she could fly.

In a moment

All her fears

Whisked away

Traipsing the edge

She allowed

Herself

Fall.

She knew

Assured

Trust

He will

Catch her

And for once

If before

He was merely the net

Catch a fragile crystal

Now

He will be the one

To save her.

She stumbled over a prince.

He helped her up.

She fell for a cynic.

Together.

They stood up.