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 into existence. It has
been awhile that the fates of these two are intertwined by divine musings and
never has the bond between torn asunder. The night was the dawn of a beginning,
just like in how the world came to be from the origins of darkness. Love is
indeed poetry, to where two persons bring about something from nothing. Yes, to
where this memory is played in times of slumber, one cannot wish to be awaken,
because it was one fine moment where one should never depart. Time has been
continually unfolding, and all what the present can say that to where it all
began, it seems nothing has changed and only circumstances that further more
made the love realize its enduring strength as how it was felt in its moment of
spark.
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