She said it was the
five stages of grief,
because love
only leads to sorrow,
beyond belief.
On a serene day,
under the setting sun's soft fret,
Destinies converged,
a dance fate
wouldn't forget.
The moon ascended,
a radiant sphere,
A world in hushed slumber,
nothing to hear.
None looked where
they were bound,
In a serendipitous
collision,
their lives unwound.
They bumped,
a gasp of sweet delight,
A coffee stain,
an unintended invite.
He tried to erase
the accidental mark,
But time moved on,
leaving a trace in the dark.
"It's fine," she said,
with laughter's grace,
In this chance encounter,
their hearts found a place.
Introductions made,
as they intertwined,
A poetic beginning,
under the moon's soft shine.
And so begins
a tale of love's intricate design,
As they journey
through the stages
of grief's twine."