Love is when I found him, oh so fine and true,
A heart that beats for me, and a soul that shines through.
In his eyes, I see a fire that burns so bright,
A haven where I can be myself, without a trace.
With every breath, I cherish him more and more,
A love that's precious and forever, forevermore.
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall4 days ago in Fiction
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