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Mallory, born in the beautiful streets of Italy  was a strong, beautiful and admirable woman. She was one of a kind in her style of living. Besides of all odds she had a smile on her face. She loves the pop music yet stays the ball dance lover. She loves the night conversations but loves to wake up to the sounds of birds chirping.  Mallory is a small flower bouquet shop owner who enjoys her choices of flowers as well as the choices of people. She was a person who finds a story in every customer.
Everytime someone buys flowers from her shop, she imagines a beautiful story behind it and wrote in her diary of daily things in the form of poetry.
She found happiness in the smiles of the customers when they buy flowers. She had a beautiful habit of keeping her poetries safe and giving it to the customer when they visit her next time. Every poetry was full of compassion and it always brought smile on to the face of customers. Though, she could not give all poetries, and she always found peace in writing them. 

On a fine, delightful morning, when she opened her shop, she found a letter at the door. She walked into the door and picked up the letter which was kept with a beautiful plant pot aside. She opened the letter and started reading it. 
It was written in the letter-
             On this morning of the sun behind the clouds,
              I write a love note to you;
              Every breeze of the time passes,
              And I fell you as the dew;
             Am I falling in the love doses,
            That I have no clue;
             Or should I tell that I see roses,
            But all I see is the smile of you;
              I feel so romantic in my proses,
              When I recall your pink cheeks and those eyes blue;

This letter continued with a note saying,
“ Hey, Mallory. Wondering who tickled your heart in the busy hour of your morning. Well, I am your anonymous admirer. I fell for your compassion towards others. But realised that you deserve more smiles and blushes. So, on a serious note, I am telling you that you can ” Call it love.” I have sent you the flower pot to remind you of me everytime you see it. But I am not going to tell you, whom am I or what am I. Just know, that i could die to see you smile. I watch you each day, and I would add more words to that poetry. I will send you letter each day in which you will find the continuation of the previous poetry along with my madness. Please, do smile if you like my lines. That is all I expect in return. And when I end the poetry, I will meet you face-to-face. Until then, keep flowering my plant. Bye love!” 

After reading this, Mallory had mixed feelings but with blushes and smiles on her face. She was rushed with curiosity of beholding this. She ran to the cobbler in front of her shop, who is a very good friend to her. “Daniel,” she called in ecstasy. ” See, what I found at my doorstep today. It’s a love letter.” “Is this your first love letter?” Daniel asked doubtfully. “Yes,” she replied. Daniel could see the amusement in her eyes. He wished her never ending love. Mallory returned to her shop but all of her day went in blushes and talking to the plant that was gifted to her. That night went sleepless for her and with an endless wait. She was just waiting to find another letter. 

The next day she rushed to her shop, her eyes looked only for the letter. A pink coloured letter along with a charming bracelet was kept there. She opened the letter and started reading in which was written,
“Hey, the bracelet is to compliment your look. You look gorgeous today. Did you water my plant?”
             I feel like standing between two worlds.
              You are stuck in my heart with some glue;
                I wonder emotions can be those,
              Turning into feelings as they grew;
She smiled after reading this and ran to Daniel again and told all the story. Going back to the shop, she realised that her day was filling up with more smiles now. In the evening, when she was walking down to home, she could feel everything in slow motion. She was completely into him. 

Her days pass by with the same routine of love letters and sleepless nights. She was falling for him each day and he was inevitably adoring her through each letter.

As all days, Mallory started with excitement to her shop but she could not have expected this. She reaches the shop and sees that there is no love letter at the door step. She felt sad but thereafter recalled the words of her man in the very first letter saying, when poetry ends, he will meet her.
She waited all day and could not find any clue of him or the letter. Mallory went back to home with a bland face. Tears rolled down her eyes when she went to bed that night. Next day, again without losing hope she went to the shop. But she could not find any letter. Instead, her neighbour shopkeeper came to her and said that her friend Daniel, the cobbler was coming for work, then someone hit him and he died. 
Mallory drowned in tears after listening this. With time, she surrounded herself with agony and tears. She never got a love letter again and her poetry remained unfinished.

I find a free life,

hiding in those warm arms;

I live each moment of presence,

forgetting the whole in those arms;

I love the chemistry in those touches,

finding myself in your arms;

There is a whole world awaiting,

but I chose myself in your arms ;

Darkest nights look brighter and better,

when I pass them being in your arms ;

Gloomy days become the stories of delight,

chosing I spend them in your arms;

The wind not felt around,

when I am covered up in your arms;

Journey and destiny ,

I hope I could have both of them… just in your arms.

Little girl was I,

Blossoming dreams from my heart,

All new spright , new passion to start;

I was left in echos,

Of stupefaction and bewilderness,

Or call it a game of hormones;

My soul always search,

For a place of contentment,

When not found fell into resentment;

In the path of exploring,

Once I paused my foot in surprise,

Wondering what is making my heart beat raise;

Swaying my eyes,

I looked up with the excitement,

Wishing deep inside that this could be my contentment;

Oh! am I dreaming,

My eyes questioned my mind,

Or is this hallucination, I am stuck and bind;

A tall and handsome guy,

With dusky skin and broad chest,

Man of my dreams for whom I forgot the world of rest;

I was vined in his eyes,

As if old movies stated to show flashback,

Until he said , Move girl ! I am not your snack;

With shy and smile,

Oh! everyone calls it a blush,

My world suddenly went slow while everyone was in rush;

Papers of books ,

Never disturbed me again,

All I could think was when can I see him again;

So drowned in his thoughts,

I have drawn and wrote only for him since then,

Until the ink could be finished from my fountain pen;

I was singing and swinging,

When he looks , my legs stop and cheeks blush,

Such a sweet memory , Oh! my college crush.

A word which took birth even before almighty. A word which rules. Love is the real almighty and else is the reaction of love.

Almighty , so called God loves himself so much that he created a world to entertain himself and love even entered this world. Not even god could stop it.

And it stays on the notch of the universe that it takes control over everything. It creates foreplay between the sun, the moon and the planets, not only in the milky white galaxy but also in all the galaxies over the universe.

Love is neither a phenomenon to be explained nor a theory to be defined. It is an eternity that can either create or destroy the atrocities of the life.

It has the one and only asset ‘CUPID’ whose arrow is magical and vulberable. Cupid is not as mature as love and mischievous points his arrow towards random things. He even shot his towards the sun, the moon , the stars and the earth and poor them fell in love.The stars tremendously fell in love with the moon that they always make it shine but the moon is obsessed of the earth out of all the nine planets. It nevers cares about the stars , and keeps revolving around the earth. But again this earth is interested in the sun. But , the sun being stubborn and surrounded by many planets and stars do not shower most of their love onto the sun. Sometimes in love, wars happen and so why this so called eclipse happens. Sometimes moon wins over the sun and sometimes earth does.

No matter who wins over each other , there is always beautiful incidence in the universe and this is all influence of love. Love wins over everything . Ruler it is.

A PASSION WILL ALWAYS REMAIN A DREAM UNTIL IT IS STRENGTHENED.

I BELIEVE WORLD’S DOOR IS ALWAYS OPEN FOR BEAUTIFUL WRITINGS. STAY TUNED FOR SUCH MORE WRITINGS.