"Never speak unless you love him, cause after the curse's lifted, you'll die in dim. Don't screw the chance; you know when the once upon a time begun, by then you can get the twenty-six letters done!" the witch proclaimed a long time ago,
Back when she was young, afraid to say so.
Until a day she met him by chance,
She gave him everything in a glance.
Willfully stepped on their first dance,
For the knight in a horse whose ahold of the lance.
YOU ARE READING
do not
Poésiei can make them believe my words. but i can't convince myself to believe in mine.
