Raindrops dripped gracefully from his dark curls,
the sparkles in his eyes danced like a thousand fireflies in the night.
Grabbing his arms and their chests clapped warmly,
finally - this moment had come!
Time paused himself and smiled jealously at the two.
The scarred and beaten armor of two knights clashed,
lips were far from abashed.
It was as if their lips and arms had known one another for centuries,
and perchance they had and not fully remembered it,
just like all those dreams that had been dreamt but forgotten.
Welcome home - at last!
Hearts bursting, mouths' aghast in fiercest passion.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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