When her mood starts with another tsunami game,
He knows they would end up on something very lame.
But,
With a plot twist,
He pulls her towards himself,
Marking a mysterious end for themselves.

Morning 7:00 am//breakfast// Yes, She pretends her anger
While both consume the little banger.
He asks, “What could fix things now?”
Ugh! 3 years and you ask me this today?
Flowers may be, constricting her brow.

While he rushes for the metro,
He catches a glimpse of a little girl with flowers in her hand, Maybe waiting for 1st day grow.
He moves forth and buys the flower
With smiles & excitement to present them at this hour.

After a long workday
“I am back home darling,” he says,
Yes, both had something to present
To happily fix & circumvent

While both are unaware of the flower game
Yes, she also bought them for him, Ended up being the same. “Flowers maybe” they scream together
Handling one to each other.

Her mood started with another tsunami which the flowers could seize always.