Serendipity

Twinkling eyes,
They touch and smile;
Lips always have muddled pain.
May be she also burnt in rain.

He was a vagabond,
for his fate bantered;
Souvenirs of his broken heart;
Squandered like past season's greeting cards.

When they met and
laughed with muffled giggles,
Sore hands caressed wounds and tickled.

Lost was time;
Thoughts left barren.
His essence in her myrrh; her vision in his gaze;
Their love was baked in alluring blaze.

Angels smiled,
for the broken heart bits melt;
and reformed into an elegant diety,
As heavens cried "Serendipity".