Mr. Experience met Miss Talent

Mr. Experience Met Miss Talent

In a silent town where dreams once slept,
A passionate soul through sunset stepped,
Mr. Experience, cool and wise,
With time’s soft glitter in his eyes.

He spoke in tales, both deep and wide,
Of storms he passed and tears he had dried.
His voice, a picture of paths once trod,
Each word a step, each pause from God.

Then came Miss Talent, passionate and bright,
A glimpse of youth, a flame of light.
Her hands could paint, her mind could build,
With every thought, a world fulfilled.

He enjoy her work, she hear him speak,
And found the strength that she would seek.
He would say, “Slow down, but dream out loud,
Plant roots beneath that genius cloud.”

She’d love and get his thoughts, reshape the frame,
And hit them up with her own flame.
Where he would light her path, she’d dare to try,
And where she’d leap, he’d teach her to to fly.

Through every plan and every plight,
They stood as stars that shared one light.
His lessons carved, her craft would mold,
Their love—a story yet untold.

Together they broke every mold,
Turned small hopes to dreams of gold.
The world looked on, a bit amazed,
By all angles their love had blazed.

For when Experience meets true flare,
And both dare truth, and both still care—
The heights they achieved, the lives they lived,
Mark not an end, a beginning and just ascend.

So let the tale be sculpt in stone:
No dream is too big, when not alone.
With love as kite and faith as thread,
They built a future far, far ahead.