How can any young man order one's thoughts after such radical happenings?
For not one day's time ago, I was engulfed in her presence and mine too long enduring strife cured had been.
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After slowly drifting into the nocturnal bliss brought by the rising of the pale, glass moon
She came to me.
Like an angel she is.
As I followed my weekly chore's bidding, I spoke to her most favoured, most beloved relative.
Her beautiful voice was crooning in the background as we spoke.
I confided in her trusted confidant about the sheer angelic beauty of her song.
Yet, her cousin pressed certain similar matters of which I hath only dreamed.
We concluded our conversation and returned to the morning sun's side of the hall.
There I sat with my various fellows discussing various trials and rewards of life.
As I listened to them speak, this earthly angel of which I speak came to my side.
My heart kicked with excitement, as was the usual working of the ecstasy caused by her presence.
There, I leaned towards her to compliment her on the majesty of her voice,
Then it happened.
Before one word would release itself from my lips, she leaned in and oh so gently brushed her lips against mine.
It was a dream within a dream!
It was as if when she kissed me, she stole my breath away.
She stole my heart away.
I was empty and full at the same time.
Oh, how my heart absolutely screamed for more.
As she gracefully went to stand back up, I grasped her arm, my fingers clinging to her fair skin.
Silently, I begged for more, from the deepest pit of my heart, I yearned for more.
And out of her beautiful, wonderful, graceful heart, she returned her lips to mine, once again.
Gently and warmly they pressed to mine.
In this moment, no one around mattered.
It was but her and I,
Sharing this gift God had so cleverly created.
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Then I awoke.
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This is seriously a dream I had as I slept last night. One from which I was devastated to wake.
Man, if this never works out, someone has really been messing with my head.
God Bless
TSharr

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