A Journey romantically traversed.

A feeling wetter than water,
An emotion drier than sand,
A touch as soothing as a baby’s,
Some things ended before they began.

An impression as lasting as imprint on dried cement,
A memory lasting forever,
A tussle very mean,
All meant to end ultimately and last actually never.

A fervor so feverish,
It would leave you feeling drained,
All these and many more,
Emotions not mundane.

She read this poem and looked through her soul for emotions all these,
Quite surprised, she scanned herself and found traces of every and each.
She smiled and smirked at these nuances umpteen,
It was now that she saw she too was travelling a romantical journey one cannot avoid or BREACH.