Love says, don't fret

It started out as any usual tiff
She sounded miffed
I too acted stiff

The phone calls were the first casualty
The long unending chats started begging for more loyalty
Both were nursing a bruised ego's frailty

The phones were used, only to stare at
The growing silence fed the ego, fat
The passage of time fuelled an innocuous spat
To an acrimonious tit for tat

Wiser heads offered advice
A rendezvous with mates, to thaw the ice
To splint the fractured splice
All of us sat on the beach atop a gneiss

They talked gibberish
With a broken twig, i soiled the white sand, with my usual rubbish
She sat tight lipped, not even a whish
They sat quiet, with grins impish
All this was really very foolish

They gave up and beat a retreat
I bet they were now not so upbeat
We two, were on our feet
So aware and so discrete

She led as we trundled along
She a tad ahead, i, where i belong

The sea breeze blowing in our faces
Her locks flying, hitting my senses
The sensuous incense
Left me sans defense
Was there any point in furthering the lame pretense?

The eyes met
Hers too were wet
Silence was a huge debt
It had seemed such a threat
For words, still, we didn't sweat
Love told us not to fret.................................