A twist of fate From ever to date Pure love, its state Its nature of a date
In the land of fairies Where the bough kisses the berries And the leaves dance in series Where the cool breeze swing its graces And the red rose relish in its axis Like the fabbled snow dynasties, Her love- an element of crimson theories.
Her skin glowed gold like the moon Her brilliance equals the sun Her presence exciles the curtain of darkness Her absence evokes the string of emotion She- a perfect silk for the worthy.
Immersed in her soulful eyes, I was My dour expressions now a glam My heart yearns for her scent Like the melted ore yearn for water. The cold night an herald of knot, She- a draped blanket of warmth.
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