The Tale of Me and Her
A princess came to my door in a dirty robe.
Her eyes made me fall in love with her, like a deep sea with different fantasies.
I choose her to be my sword holder cause my parents kept me under the rule.
A moment came when I fall harder when she sacrificed herself for me in front of the dragon who was going to kill me.
then I realized the power of love and death.
I continued my life holding the memories of her and mine in the little hut with a huge garden the same as she wished when she was there with me.
I want you to know darling that I will love you in every colorful note of my life.
Copyright © Shrili Rajput | Year Posted 2023
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