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Dear darling,

I love such velvet nights like today. As I’m lying on my bed, my mind was still encapsulated in our eternal classic dialogue, our precious time being together. While drowning deep in your eyes, my existence became lucid, my mind becomes enlightened by your truth. I learned to see through myself, to admit that our love is inevitable. Love flows in our blood vessels and infiltrates our faith. Our rendezvous is the orchestration of life’s creator. Beauty flourished in my eyes, life filled my soul.

It’s been less than an hour but I have longed for your being. The fact I have experienced rebirth while listening to the songs you recommended to me is evidence, of a premonition of destiny. Today, I’d like to write you poems, to paint you yet there are no words, no colours to so do because there are so many other tangible forms of my love. Oh, my darling-

She’s a stranger to herself, blinded by the diffidence and lost in demureness. But not for long when she starts looking in the mirror, she is enlightened by the treasure in her body. Oh! the curves and edges. Her eyes point at the glazing reflection, contemplating the whole milky way of softness and arduity. Time freezes from the moment she starts familiarising herself with the figure in the mirror. Every inch of her soul, every ounce of her breath, she must be a sort of dreamer. Yet it’s not an illusion, her beauty is factual. Her heartbeat ticks past the hours until the wind brings back the presence.