The sky was painted with stars as to bring light to where the sun sleeps at night and to where the moon can give enough luminescence for lovers to ignite their fire amidst the cold and in the dark. Memory tells me of two lovebirds bathing beneath the cosmic wonder while looking beneath city lights, to where the flames of romance was fiery and feisty for it was yet the genesis. Getting lost in the dark while playing in abundance the treasures set upon their hearts, they seek nothing else but the pure hour of still time to enjoy the meet of their two souls who felt home in the bosom of the other. As the night grew colder and colder, hostile to a weak body, all they have is the warmth of security and divinity upon knowing each other’s will to romantically submit to the other. Ah yes the hilltop to where the destiny of two persons came...
History shall continue to unfold, and my history shall end when I no longer unfold.