she met him when she was twenty two. he was dashing. it was as if she fell in love with him right away.
she fell in love with his smile, his eyes and his kiss.
she fell in love with his voice, his aura and his seeming beauty.
she fell in love with him;
for he was bliss.
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Poetryhe was her lover, she was his servant. he was her salvation, she was his puppet. he was her catastrophe and she was his provocation. • Please don't read this if you're younger than thirteen. #02 in short story 6/3/17 #03 in short story 13/1/17 #04...
