He spoke with a great accent and a unique husky tone. If not a human then he would already be a towering walking lexicon who accompanied others with entirely blooming words. The words he spoke were magnificent, the splendour of his language was soft as pure silk but at the same time as strong as a tight grip someone had on the edge of a cliff when they were about to fall from it.
His words were icing on the cake, his words were the lullaby for a deep slumber state, his words were the mysterious light radiating during an eclipse; his majestic words were her everything.
However, despite his glorious words, there was only one question coming from his mouth that still lingers in her mind even now.
As he pulled away from her and darted his eyes onto her entire figure, his red wine lips splattered a soft smile upon the mouth. His eyes convinced her that he was probably figuring out the puzzle she had given him with.
"Tell me, is there anything specific you can give me? How will you shape my life if you lock our hands together?"
And that one question provoked her to muster up the courage and bravely explored the maze within her mind looking for a set of premixed answers best to satisfy him.
And of course, she did have one in mind.
She flashed a smile to him. No, she was not as special as other women who were regarded as 'beautiful' and 'sexy'. No, she was not proud of her 'beauty' if that was possible. No, she did not have the strength to post her pictures of herself to the public and for the world to see. No, she did not dance nor sing. And above all that, she was just herself. However, she does have something more than those aforementioned.
"I don't have things that most women do. But if you still want to know, I have a lot of treasures buried deep within me. All you have to do is simple; just choose which one treasure you want to discover."
And that was how he wrote a paragraph of her on a single piece of paper which now it still makes her wondering where did those words go.
-a poem of an imagined past-
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Tales of A Libra
PoetryThe author wonders why most of the poems she has read are all about love. Will life be constantly surrounded by love? If yes, why she has not found one? However, suddenly there was a song, and a starry night, that inspired her to write. And follow h...
