Love Continues

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It was the Christmas Eve, we had both visited my home town. My Mum
and Dad would continue to confess their love for her, praise her for her beauty.

Truly, she was fair to look upon, just like the Bible had described Sarah. In happiness, we watched the Christmas lights as we are seated on a wooden bench from a long distance while the sonorous chorus of "happy Christmas" penetrated into ears.

She rested her head on my shoulders, telling me how lucky she was to
find me...she said further that I was the best thing that happened to her.

She kissed my check and draw me away to the bedroom while we made love that was as sweet as honey. She was my life, my all, my happiness and joy and what would I ever do without her.

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