✨Us✨ February 14th, 2020
February draped
the oceanscape with
dewdrops—
Cupid’s bow was but
a constellation in
my Pisces, dreamy-mind…
Fairytales belonged
to pretty girls who bloomed
like roses—
not to nomad-me:
a wild thing with dandelion,
wayward vines. Yet,
“Marry me” escaped
your lips and lit
the sunset—
you became forever,
sweetheart mine.
About the Creator
Gina C.
Novelist | Architect of Worlds
🖋️Literary • Speculative • Romantic Fiction
Sowing stories rooted in culture, myth, love & unapologetic womanhood.
Busy writing my fantasy books! 🐚🧚♀️🐉✨
🌱Debuting soon as Gina C. Vittoria :)
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