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Hyperbole

My love,my heart,

I will love you till the day the Sun and the moon hug,

And the stars frown with jealousy.

We will be married by Eros the God of Love,

In my dream Castle at the edge of a small cliff.

I will be blindfolded like Eros to show my love for you is blind.

The bridesmaids will be Angels on wings carrying bows and arrows and blowing kisses,

The birds will sing"Here  Comes The Bride",

Ares the father of Eros will give you away,

Aphrodite will bless us so we have a sensual love life and many children.

On our wedding day the rivers will climb the mountains,

The fishes will fly in the sky,

The flowers will bloom in the ocean,

The trees will glitter with gold,

The leaves will be studded with emeralds,

The fruits will have diamond seeds.

People will turn into animals and animals will turn to handsome and pretty people.

Love,we will have the wedding of the century.

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Written by
salmabanu-hatim
72 / F / Tanzania
Published
Aug 9, 2018
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Hyperbole:Exaggerated statements not to be taken literally.

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#eros#love#mountain#rivers#angels#gold#diamonds
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