"I love you."
She whispered, her words playfully dancing on the side of his neck.
"I swear this on my grave."
His body stiffened.
"I swear this on my grave and I will swear on it again and again and again, till there is no space left for my coffin, then my sisters will have only one grave left to bury me in, yours, where I will lay with you till forever becomes dust."
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Beautiful Madness
PoetryThe Lonely Poet Love Letters to the wolf princess in blue Him and Her I write to pour out my feelings and my imaginations some of my poems may not make sense, but what is "sense" really? This is beautiful madness. Enjoy. Or Not. Victor Forna
