Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Oh (m)

His round shape was in direct competition with her slender figure. He crowded over her, yet without her by his side, there was no harmony. Alone, he was meaningless. A letter lacking syllables. He was nothing tangible, merely a figure of little value to the other 25. Although silent, she was beautiful. Careful, coy, speaking only when her voice was meant to be heard. Although his sound was the same without her, his one was of little match to their two. He complimented her, and she respected him. A perfect oh without the m.