Chivalry is not dead for as long as I
am alive.
It will thrive
for there will be sons of mine.
And theirs.
For as long as my bloodline lives,
chivalry will exist.
Romance is not dead ‘cause I
see the sparkles of fireworks in her eyes.
When her curls gently slides
down against her cheeks,
contrasting her delicate skin,
framing the femininity of the features of her face,
my stomach danced with the butterflies.
Nov 9, 2023
Nov 9, 2023 at 5:12 PM UTC
Chivalry is not dead for as long as I
am alive.
It will thrive
for there will be sons of mine.
And theirs.
For as long as my bloodline lives,
chivalry will exist.
Romance is not dead ‘cause I
see the sparkles of fireworks in her eyes.
When her curls gently slides
down against her cheeks,
contrasting her delicate skin,
framing the femininity of the features of her face,
my stomach danced with the butterflies.
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