He saw her every night, the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes on. Even her blemishes just added to her alluring beauty. He could just stare and admire her beauty but could not find it in him to approach her. Her radiant beauty lit up the world around her. He knew she had many suitors and admirers, men who have have written sonnets and ballads about her beauty, women who have longed to see her. But every time he made an attempt to meet her she just went on her way.
She stared at him each day, enamoured by the strength, the power which he radiated. He stood strong and proud, burning bright for all to see. People cowered before him, worshipped him. He shone bright and magnificent. He radiated a warmth, but anger him he could burn them with just a glance. She felt drawn to him, like a moth takes to a flame. But she was afraid of being burned by him, being spurned by him, cause he was all that she was not. But still she loved him with all her heart.
They were two souls that enamoured by each other, in love with each other, destined to be kept apart, as night is with day. But still they hoped that one day their paths would cross. His love made him burn even more brightly and She basked in the light which he radiated.
Then one day, when she was new and he continued to burn bright, their paths did cross, and for those few moments they spoke to their heart’s content without much uttering a word. They promised each other that though they would go their separate ways they would make a point to meet at least twice a year, even if it was a short while, forgetting the things around them and being what they wanted to be, in love with each other.
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