Till my eyes no longer deceive me, I shall blindly believe you’re more than what I see.
--Dane :)
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One gentle winter afternoon, the sky smiled and greeted me so.
The snow falls down like drizzle, yet I feel no sense of cold—only the warmth of optimism.
In that fateful walk, a man appeared like the favored hero.
He looks as cold as ice, strides as proud as a knight, and stares at me with orbs ever so firm.
But despite the walls that hid his beauty and grace, I was there, smitten like –
Stopping her ink from running further, she stared at the beginning piece she made after being instructed to create a poem. “I think I sounded too…uh…” Whipped? Feeling embarrassed that she will expose such side, she quickly lowered her quill and lifted up her paper, staring at her cursive writin
