The pages that she turns, Have an amorous fantasy. Precious tides of memory, And the feeling of ecstasy. She dwelt in the remnants, Of time's mundane course, She burnt beneath surface, Of woe, rue and remorse. Never had she expected, A seismic change of fate, It was just a phase of grief, This's the time to celebrate. I LOVE HIM SERIES — 1 #ilovehim #lovestory #poetry
