In the chaos of shouting our disappointments

We decided to hurl our hearts out

Mr better half was in sheer rage

With an intent to solve the noisy maze;

We fought like a wrought iron

Spoke our hearts out

Cried

Till the moon in the sky dried

In the end love wins

We forgot the stain of pain

Mutually realising that love is our final lane

Will affection in long distance be really this germane ?