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The morning dew, the dazzling sun, a dark night, a secret beyond compare. Whether it be dawn or dusk, my heart remains stopped. My breath is killed, your sight is skilled. A beauty like you, is a morning moon. Rare yet so unbelievably true.
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“You wrote this?” The blonde asked with a paper in his hand. It’s wrinkled but the cursive writing still is easy to read. The snow drips over the thin crumple and the neck of the alchemist.
A warm suns song. The laugh of a lover. The laugh of him. In a mountain of snow, there’s him.
“I think I’m in love with you.” A calm as night moon cherishes in response. The purity ends slightly whilst the twisting of his voice halts. Instead a smile replaces that heavenly sound. Either was fine. All he did was worth notice.
The moon goes behind the sun as he hugs his lover and reveals a bouquet. A bouquet of a loving innocence. White as with red roses are covered to his sight.
“You came all the way here for this?” The melody of the sun comes again. “Thank you” the melody drops yet the warmth that he filled the mountain with stays.
“Happy anniversary.” A sign of love can come through many things. You can write all you feel, all you see in your lover, even show your lover. Lips dripped with joy drip onto a soft burning cheek. Cheek now filled of the same joy. Red paints the cheeks. Not the red of hatred or anger but rather the red of romance.
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