The midnight summer breeze caressed my cheek as I held a rose. Not at all bothered by the thorns I held it tightly to my chest, never to let it go. As I sat on the stone balcony I remembered her face, now loosening the grip on the rose. The petals slowly drifted away into the night reminding me of the way her hair flowed in the wind. Her eyes twinkled like the night sky and her voice as melodious as the lyre of an ancient goddess. Her beauty was second to none.
A knocking at my door interrupted my thoughts.
"Come in, Kade"
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A Midwinter's Romance
HumorTwo idiots both alike in stupidity, (in fair Bel-Air where we lay our scene) From ancient memes break new bonds Where civil orange juice make civil water dank From forth the not-so-fatal meet of these two frens New adventures are sure to arise.
