A mysteries of colors flashed above my head. I am wrapped in what seems to be an illusion, for only illusions can be this sweet. As your eyes stare at me with their own beauty and light, illuminated by the colors above. Your hands trace my cheeks softly with your hand. I think to myself, "Remember this day, for this is the day everything starts, and a day exactly like this is where it will all end. Whether it ends in hell or in complete bliss, this is everything and I must remember it." I press my forehead against yours and whisper a small prayer of thanks to God for this wonderful gift he has given me: the gift to love you and everything about you. For gifts come and go, but this gift shall always stay, whether or not you leave me, or you stay, whatever happens, I will always pack this gift deep inside my heart so it shall never be shattered by the evil hands that try to reach it and break into pieces.
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Who so loves
Believes the impossible.
Give me literature worth the while, and I'll give you love.