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ROMANTIC TRAGEDY

We have seen summers and falls, As kingdoms rise and fall, Others strong as walls, But ours is a legend. Like Phoenix we rose, From ashes but we chose, To be a beacon of hope, So beautiful like a rose. They have tried Delilah, But we are a pillar. In the plains and ridges, A story from rags to riches. A thousand years have passed, Or so it feels in my heart. I still get butterflies, You are the apple of my eye. Come, set me free. Love, let me be. As mine on earth are over, I will turn in my grave if you love another.

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Joniesprings: A fairy tale. Cursed be the day that I met her. That sophisticated woman that held my heart captive. Whose smile tickles my heart. She is that kind that elegance favors. Style is her weakness. She has class. In fact, hers is a school. She is another beautiful woman in the neighborhood until you get to know her. Her kindness equates Mother Teresa's. If there is a heart of gold, hers is a gold-mine. Unlike the other women who suffocate men with their ego, her simplicity sweeps me off my feet. She is a real beauty. When a deal is too good I think twice, for her I do all the time. No superlative form of the word good can do justice to her beauty. She is a cutie, heaven sent. The other day I managed to greet her. What came out of her mouth left me dumbfounded. An angelic voice that sent a shiver down my spine. As she walked away, her jasmine-scent filled my lungs. Spasms of mixed reactions haunted my sorry soul. She smiled as she waved goodbye, that would be my dream theme that week. Am honored to love her. I care less how she feels about me. My unrequited love is enough for both of us. Only fairy tales have happy endings.

A fairy tale. Cursed be the day that I met her. That sophisticated woman that held my heart captive. Whose smile tickles my heart. She is that kind that elegance favors. Style is her weakness. She has class. In fact, hers is a school. She is another beautiful woman in the neighborhood until you get to know her. Her kindness equates Mother Teresa's. If there is a heart of gold, hers is a gold-mine. Unlike the other women who suffocate men with their ego, her simplicity sweeps me off my feet. She is a real beauty. When a deal is too good I think twice, for her I do all the time. No superlative form of the word good can do justice to her beauty. She is a cutie, heaven sent. The other day I managed to greet her. What came out of her mouth left me dumbfounded. An angelic voice that sent a shiver down my spine. As she walked away, her jasmine-scent filled my lungs. Spasms of mixed reactions haunted my sorry soul. She smiled as she waved goodbye, that would be my dream theme that week. Am honored to love her. I care less how she feels about me. My unrequited love is enough for both of us. Only fairy tales have happy endings.

Nicky’s memories 1: Childhood.

THE MEMOIRS 2: CAMPUS EXPERIENCE.