He uses the sunset to paint over her sorrow.

And smears her face with the blue sky, just to smoothen out the lines and frowns.

He kisses her deep enough to clear up the confusion.

And the smiles that break at his beautiful mouth reach right up to his eyes, driving every away single doubt.

He holds her hand in the palm of his and pours his voice into the crevices of her soul.

He knows the very heart of her and he knows what it takes to get there.

He keeps calling her his destiny, but he knows deep inside that he'd be drawn to her even if she wasn't.

He has learned to let go just enough so she can breathe on her own, and yet stay close enough to keep her warm.

Theirs is a love that grows in the shade. A love that stays warm even in cool, blue waters, and spreads itself across the open sky.

They don't belong on the ground where things are demarcated and categorised and analysed. They've chosen the sky instead.... the freedom of the air, the cool and gentle breeze that rustles the leaves and kisses the flowers and caresses a million innocent dreams.

They make no promises and draw no lines. They stay far away from the trappings of words and rings and black ink on white paper. But if you see them together, you will have no doubt that the sprawling space between them has room for nothing but the two of them.