Refractive Desires

Reminiscing about the past with my first love... The happiness that bitterly ended after 44 days.

I remember
That night
Clear as crystal.

We walked,
We talked,
We stopped.

You were beautiful,
We kissed,
The world enveloped

In a sea
Of pure, simple
Passion of hearts

I dare say,
I loved you;
Your pure soul.

Influx of blood,
Rushes of temptation,
Prevailed romance.

But however sweet,
It was just a night,
A night in the shimmering waters.

I miss you dearly.

The End

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