The evening was perfect, the setting sun, few glitters, some
lamps and the blush on her face.
The only sound he could hear was of the waves, of the words
her eyes spoke,
His only desire was to capture her, forever in his heart,
and her, to get drenched in his warmth.
The pride for his precious possession, the twinkling eyes on
being with him,
Her twirling hair when he winks at her, his peck on her
cheeks when she is unaware,
Love came to them in the most unexpected but blissful way,
The evening grew even more romantic, and with that her charm
too,
Here she was lost in her fairy tale world, at the perfect place
with the man of her dreams,
But the dream, her perfect dream, broke with the ruthless
reality around her,
And she moved on, only to realize that fairy tales don’t
exist in real!
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