They were two individuals

Separated by states

But connected by virtual camaraderie 

He chose her to be his muse 

And he became her joie de vivre

Everyday they unraveled layers

Creating beautifying memories

She painted him with love

While he relished 

And acknowledged her feelings

Seasons coursed 

From the spring of blossoming with each other

Till the winter of withering feelings

She realised they have reached their cycle 

And she withdrew back to her silent universe 

There were two individuals 

And eventually they became separate individualities.

©LR