I read about her seraphic beauty in holy books and in whispers of elderly words. She had the kind of beauty that could make the angels trod, she was gifted with the wisdom and knowledge of a saint and with looks and features of aphrodite herself. She was evergreen, or so it seemed. None of the words in the dictionary were enough to describe her beauty. And yet, words of her inhuman enchantress became known to all, making her a desirable asset. I'd burn down an entire city, kill all her beloved loved ones, all for her to be mine. It was my love for beauty.
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The Lover's Dictionary - RK
Short StoryInspired by David Leviathan's The Lovers Dictionary. Where every word creates a story, it's meaning hidden within.
