Whats With That Lisp, My Love ?

I like you too, She said .
In a crisp tone, the words had to be seduced out of her lips like rain that falls on a wretched barren land.
He was satisfied, he smiled.
To an I love you, he thought, This was the reply he was expecting.
And they walked down the lane like always.

Whats with the lady in the Black, the person was new, And had to ask, for this wasnt strange, It was just not enough.
' She has a lisp' They said,
"She cannot say she loves?",
Thats Sad.
Thought the man , for the lady in black, was the pride of the man in pale blue coat, and hands on her waist .

That winter was a lonely affair. The man in blue sailed off to the nothern lights.
And to never return, Unfortunately.

The lady in black, was a lady in pink today.
She walked alone down the road that she always did. She had no man beside her to hold her waist and tell her of his undeniable love, to hold her down by the force of his unquestionable intellect and self declared authority.

The lady in black, was a lady in pink now.
She smiled, For the lisp was gone .
The love came to her .

A man joined her half a mile later.
'I love you', They think, Thats what they heard her say .