The poor orphaned fragmented child feels no love accept in the keys when her fingers glide and dance with ease across the jingling keyboard. She’s memorized all the keys.
She plays with passion to please.
She holds onto the charmed kindness of love she once felt in her childhood.
Waiting for the right moment for it all to unfold.
When he looks and recognizes her as his dream girl.
Pushed and shrugged by society.
She sneaks behind locked doors and softly plays her keys.
She’s been misplaced since birth.
Her birthright stolen.
Though she has the energy to run 1000 laps.
She gets one quick glance into the twinkling soft brown eyes that once knew her.
But he’s seen and traveled so much in between that she goes unrecognized by his eyes.
If only I had one more chance for true love to find me.
And to see me for who I really am.
Is this not every little girl’s dream?
She eloquently gets dressed for one more chance of true love’s glance.
And as if a 1000 sheep were let loose, all at once from the stable.
He takes a deep breath remembering those same soft green eyes that reminded him of glistening reflecting water puddles, he waded through as a child that understood his heart, when love is seen not through the eyes, but the heart.
And he kisses her, feeling a flutter in his chest, his heart throbs. Her heart throbs feeling the flutter in her chest. They kiss again, and again Not even feeling the hard rain beating against their skin. Lost and found between the spheres of time. They walk away hand in hand.