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He was a clam
Not open all closed
She an open book
He opened when he chose.

He thought he knew her
He had read the pages all
But she remained a riddle
He could never solve.

He hid himself well
Never bared his soul
Yet she knew him like herself
May be more, who really knows…

Their love flourished
Unlikely as it seemed
Different as chalk and cheese
In spirit they were peas

A love story whose end
I am too scared to explore
So my verse ends right here
With a ‘happily ever after’

– Shail Mohan (March 2009)