Every moment with her was a page in a book
So surreal and whimsical
The world revolved around her
And the weather changed at her command
She was a celestial being
With all the power in her hands
To shape my story
Her words painted pictures
Her voice sounded like a song
Her face was perfectly sculpted
Like a true work of art
Every day with her was another chapter
Every moment a new page
But it was just a short story
And all stories end
You get so immersed in its beauty you forget the world exists
But it stopped too soon
You wanted a novel
You want to read more
But that wasn't the author's intention
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 7:24 AM UTC
Every moment with her was a page in a book
So surreal and whimsical
The world revolved around her
And the weather changed at her command
She was a celestial being
With all the power in her hands
To shape my story
Her words painted pictures
Her voice sounded like a song
Her face was perfectly sculpted
Like a true work of art
Every day with her was another chapter
Every moment a new page
But it was just a short story
And all stories end
You get so immersed in its beauty you forget the world exists
But it stopped too soon
You wanted a novel
You want to read more
But that wasn't the author's intention
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