An SMS Duet

She
“Words, mere words,
Yet what is it about his words,
What is it about this man,
Who can just make any woman go starry eyed?”

Him
“It is not the man
Who by himself is thus.
It is the woman he craves
Who makes him thus.”

She
“He takes her to the unrealistic world
Where fairies and magic exist.
He colors her world with a paint brush.
An intoxication it is.”

Him
“In turn she makes him feel complete,
and needed all above.
She fills his once sorrowful heart
With brimming pots of love.”

She
“He touched her life with a magic wand,
And brought her back to life.
He chooses not to let it go,
A sweet emotion, she cries.”

Him
“In turn she lead him to the light,
From darkness she stole his soul.
And the jumbled pieces of his mind,
She set straight and made him whole.”

She
“He looks at her, he holds her tight,
He makes her crave for him.
A fight with her, a struggle within,
She experiences every deadly sin.”

Him
“His every nerve, his every sense,
Her being does command.
With a charm, a spell, a magical bond,
She holds him in her hand”

She
“Does he smile? Does he miss?
At the very thought of her?
And does he miss every kiss?
And the days perfect as they were?”

Him
“Every day, every minute,
He misses her caress.
None has held him enthralled thus,
Like this one pretty lass.”