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Thanks for your reviews Bleh, I’m kinda using old English in this…why, I don’t know. In case you get too confused this is about Erik and Meg, and no, I don’t expect you to understand this, because I myself can’t.
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And what are these hearts?
What have indeed brightened crestfallen words and times? Is it not but friendship? Is it not but hate? Or is it love, a simple moderate love where soul meets soul upon lovers’ lips? Is it more then doth that love, the love in which kinds are so unmistakably shrewd and unspoken; Whispered confessions and timid likes of caress. Leaving way to such deepness, which is so profound no word in script or tongue, could but print or utter. Is it music? Is it that solitary confinement of notes and trebles, all alike in tune but so very different in feeling, emotion and thought. There are many things in this countless universe that which said can describe the make of two hands and two hearts; ultimately making one heart, and one hand.
In such words, actions and beguiling touches does a rose of pink bedust a maiden’s cheek; aspired from a deathlike countenance and smoldering heart so full of life and newfound glory. Such hands have learned to tread carefully and lightly, gliding over pale fingers and blushing lip so readily standing. For touch too ardently those pale stems of ivory will pull away, and red lips so fiercely draw back with light breath and shuddering word. Though such a tentative brush of hand upon hand and lip upon lip soon give way to poetry without word. With much of this will the deathlike countenance vanish and hellish memory fade away like slips of paper upon summers’ wind. All nightmare will be forgotten and new light be it’s bane, as such only a love like hers can do. How can such dark, writhing things tangible as dreams itself find way through a heart such as the blond angel? As so how can fear, doubt, and odium filter through caring such as his; the man with amber eyes and voice so envied by Seraphs above?
And so shall it be for make of hands be one hand, and make of hearts be one heart.
So shall it be.
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Whoo..confusing, yes? I haven’t a clue as to where this came from, but I had to write it down before I forgot.