She should wear a gown of shimmering velvet pink. She felt his eyes on set her, at her he winked.
Her whole heart she always gave.
When from this hellhole will she he saved?
Our ambitions & goals set the path we pave.
In a cottage by the pond is where we belong.
He chose an elegant rose.
Suppose we pose for a photo.
A picture time has froze.
A memory...........who knows.
Life is short & memories can not distort.
The truth doesn't lack through facts.
Let's backtrack to the abstract map the past attacked.
Dividing peace from grief.
No foreseen deception in my perception.

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