The Beautiful Mess

A tiny coffee shop in the middle of nowhere,
A lonely soul looking for a pair,
A stranger taking shelter from the storm,
It was but a love story taking form..

Hollow like a copse,
Heart filled with despair,
She clung on to what was, a rather treacherous affair.

A single tear welled up, and many others followed,

Treated with disregard, her life was just another bunch of sorrows..

It had been quite a while,

A month, maybe a year..

She had but forgotten what it was like to smile.

Rough and rigid, he was a man of flair,

The world at his feet,

He lived life with not a care..

He knew what it was like to be vulnerable,

Had endured pain beyond the bearable..

She had had her share of heartache,

Tread on ghastlier paths than she could take..

He'd sworn never again to look love in the face,

She had grown weary of the never ending chase..

Two unknown souls with a single pain,

Two estranged hearts that'd never be the same.

She blinked back her tears as her bore into her eyes,

Her nerves reacted with an electric fear,

The kind when fire meets ice.

Within a split second, he knew she was the one.

Her tattered heart skipped a beat,

Something invigorating had just begun.

Sparing no room for thought, he sealed it with a kiss.

Resurfacing from heaven, she knew she'd tasted bliss.

They pranced out of the coffee shop,

Her lonely soul had found its pair,

Hand in hand through the storm,

This lovely damage was beyond repair.