Men are Made of Music

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I was a man of reason in the most insufferable sense. There wasn't a wonder in the world I couldn't coldly rationalize. That was, until I found myself so interlocked in loving arms and ruby hair that my rationality went and melted right away. It was sleepy time, but we were content to cuddle wide awake. The candle on the nightstand died, but we didn't mind the dark. A warm wind and a soft song complemented our embrace.

I beheld her dreaminess all night. Morning marched on us much too soon. Only I opened an eye, and the dream was gone.

What a tragedy it is to discover love too early.