Told you so...and so the sky resembled you...

'Many hours back
Keeping a silent track
Of you
And of me
Too...
Told you
Dear...
Have I not?
The sky would be golden such?'

He her by eyes asked...
When the sky of the twilight
Caught pink gold hue
To be seen by only handful few
Like...
He
And
She...
The two...
Duo...

And perhaps...
Hearing his this state
Designing a pleasant feel
On her succulent gape...
She smiled...
Her best 'u' curve
Visibly apparent...
And through her unspoken phraseology sent
An sweet sweet affirmation...
A poem stagnant yet in motion
'Je vous l'avais bien dit...'
O so dying...
So so sweet...

And
The places two
Where the two
Held their co ordinates...
Got alligned...
Joined...
By a pinkish gold conspicuous line...