captamzai

Rypeehr Asik, my sweet. It is finally upon us: Twenty eleven, the new annum. What destiny awaits, Adventures I cannot fathom. Shortly prior this lapin year, The twelve months of my mark, You entered my domain, True love herewith embarked. How coincidental, As if we're both the stars Of a private masquerade, In a fantasy land afar. We will be the authors Of our own destined fate. Such passion and desire, A lifetime to sate. I shall act upon forthwith This start of a life a new; Our eternal fairytale, This life with you. Avonivtil ailuj, my love.

Laughing, a walk down the park Seems like eternity, While each and every moment Seems to be at their fullest glory. A gentle breeze blows past us Lifting my scarf and her hair, both flowing In the wind weightlessly. As I caught a gaze into her eyes, Feelings of complete Warmth and comfort undeniable Reaffirmed the bond of trust, Our other halves had been made whole. There is no doubt, no questions in me When I call her: 'My Soul Mate'

Without warning, a grand symphony of Fluttering wings avert my gaze upwards. Leagues upon leagues of petite avians, Weave to and fro like streams Of water flowing into one another. A choreography of precision and beauty. Backdropped by dense and shaped clouds Lit orange by the slowly setting sun, Back and forth they fly about, Painting the skyscape with their frolicking That seems to be without end - A beautiful and magical sunset dance.

What a tiny creature you are, So delicate and gentle, So full of life as you Face the world. Intrigued with such fascination, I cannot help but glisten As I feel a serene Calmness wash over me. Always making way for others, Such consideration you show... How rare it is to see Such virtue of politeness I extend a finger towards you, Gently beckoning your company. Shyly, you flutter down And perch gently upon it.