It started of an unusual first met,
Confused yet engaging, the weird feeling when we met started with a glimpse of mystery,
It is as if we were supposed to meet each other,
As times went by, mysteries begin to be solved,
Reading each other now just seem like having thoughts, it is odd,
From a friend formed a spark of amber,
Slow but sure, steady yet so rapidly grew, our love was built by the song of the twinkled star,
We were mischievious to our love,
Pushing and pulling each other, it's bridged by my skeptism,
As soon as it grew it never stops,
The love kept burning as an eternal forest fire of our dim litted hearts,
As I slowly turned awake, the fantasy stops.
With our eyes glimed for hope and we smile to greet the nevercoming encounter.
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For The Uncoming Love
Short StoryThis book tells stories of friendship, love, and hope.
