The Love Story

Getting lost in enchanted woods,
a visit to some fairylands,
eating scones in english summers,
a few first of our dates.
A sherlock cap, a magic carpet,
the first gifts you gave me.

Then off you took me to an adventure,
in an Arabian desert,
before I could catch a breath,
you swept me off to fight
a dictator in a dystopian world.

One day, you stole a kiss from me
in an old castle and whispered,
be mine.
And I said Yes.

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