Her tender smile had capsulated me…I was frozen for a second and she gently broke me free. My hands trembled as she spoke, her saccharine voice drugged me and I could not set my self gratis yet my heart thumped fast…..
This was just how I imagined. Her smile was like a film was on stage. She walked, talked, smiled elegantly. Brilliantly, her stroked my hair from her touch I apprehend that she was lovely. They say that by a feeling thy shall comprehend that one is lovely or not. Every day and moment was like diamonds and gold that were so priceless. My heart earned for her to return to me every time she had left me alone. The cold nights that I stayed alone, vulnerably I suppurate in fear as she would leave me at my death bed…..and my story endure as long as I lived.
As night fell so inaudibly that even I realized not of his handsome advent. My fear has taken control of me and for every night I was left alone unenthusiastically. “ why do not thee be present by thy side”,? My heart kept on asking reservation that was so hard to obliterate from my psyche!! I was speechless though, I hated it when she was missing yet I appreciated that the almighty lord has given me this gift no other have. As I fall dead to the world I wonder like a lonely soul waiting for the bravura yet abundant exquisiteness show itself as the little birds sing along. Alas my redeemer comes at a knock and awakens my lonely and sleepless night.
How is it so that a young one like me be so lucky?! My secret kept hidden within the walls of my veined heart which pounded faster and faster every second I felt her aura. My bleeding heart rushed like crazy to inform her what I have felt of her. At times my voice is befall, objected by my sensory cult. “just tell her your hearts ace, she will accept thy!”, my voice seemed adamant to my obey and I forget my lines. These moments that her aura was near; the most spectacular feeling I have ever had in ages. love. William shake spear had wonderfully stated. The peerless word was so amazing as I read ‘ romeo and juliet’ for the 10th time.
Alas my the end was to come. My end. Who would have ever figured a lonely one the victim of his majesty. Thus shall he brag not of thy effortless cadaver I shall never give in. gentle snow fell and yet why was tere prescense of warmth? My love, she was here. My only venture to object every adamant and stubbornness and I achieved my dream!
“my dear,” shhhhhhh….do not strain your voice please. “no I shall not coil to your stupendous voice!”, please do listen to my plea. I tok her soft supple palm into mine. Her cheeks blushed so elegantly my heart pounded…. And I literally bled my love to her…. Her palm in my hands were like angels as if she had come to be with me forever. My heart alas let her go…
I love you my lord and I regret never telling you my hearts cries before!!!! As I stand by the side staring at the melodramatic happening. My heart melted. A blind man. Who’s fate was nothing but just so and so….. my gentle cadaver lay on the white sheets like a man lost between the dimensions and his story yet to be written. Nevertheless now his story is written.
A love of a blind man. Loneliness has conquered his heart. “fear not, and there shall thy find your conduit out of this hell”,…………
The end..
This was just how I imagined. Her smile was like a film was on stage. She walked, talked, smiled elegantly. Brilliantly, her stroked my hair from her touch I apprehend that she was lovely. They say that by a feeling thy shall comprehend that one is lovely or not. Every day and moment was like diamonds and gold that were so priceless. My heart earned for her to return to me every time she had left me alone. The cold nights that I stayed alone, vulnerably I suppurate in fear as she would leave me at my death bed…..and my story endure as long as I lived.
As night fell so inaudibly that even I realized not of his handsome advent. My fear has taken control of me and for every night I was left alone unenthusiastically. “ why do not thee be present by thy side”,? My heart kept on asking reservation that was so hard to obliterate from my psyche!! I was speechless though, I hated it when she was missing yet I appreciated that the almighty lord has given me this gift no other have. As I fall dead to the world I wonder like a lonely soul waiting for the bravura yet abundant exquisiteness show itself as the little birds sing along. Alas my redeemer comes at a knock and awakens my lonely and sleepless night.
How is it so that a young one like me be so lucky?! My secret kept hidden within the walls of my veined heart which pounded faster and faster every second I felt her aura. My bleeding heart rushed like crazy to inform her what I have felt of her. At times my voice is befall, objected by my sensory cult. “just tell her your hearts ace, she will accept thy!”, my voice seemed adamant to my obey and I forget my lines. These moments that her aura was near; the most spectacular feeling I have ever had in ages. love. William shake spear had wonderfully stated. The peerless word was so amazing as I read ‘ romeo and juliet’ for the 10th time.
Alas my the end was to come. My end. Who would have ever figured a lonely one the victim of his majesty. Thus shall he brag not of thy effortless cadaver I shall never give in. gentle snow fell and yet why was tere prescense of warmth? My love, she was here. My only venture to object every adamant and stubbornness and I achieved my dream!
“my dear,” shhhhhhh….do not strain your voice please. “no I shall not coil to your stupendous voice!”, please do listen to my plea. I tok her soft supple palm into mine. Her cheeks blushed so elegantly my heart pounded…. And I literally bled my love to her…. Her palm in my hands were like angels as if she had come to be with me forever. My heart alas let her go…
I love you my lord and I regret never telling you my hearts cries before!!!! As I stand by the side staring at the melodramatic happening. My heart melted. A blind man. Who’s fate was nothing but just so and so….. my gentle cadaver lay on the white sheets like a man lost between the dimensions and his story yet to be written. Nevertheless now his story is written.
A love of a blind man. Loneliness has conquered his heart. “fear not, and there shall thy find your conduit out of this hell”,…………
The end..
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