He loved her,
And so, he compared her skin to the softest of silk.
He drew parallels between her eyes and beautiful stones.
"Your voice," he would say, "is a soft lullaby."
Her hands were a glove; so comforting to his hand.
He called her names of rare and valuable things.
He thought her laugh was the essence of joy.
Her warmth, to him, was a slow fire after an eternal winter.
Her gaze was enough to sustain him forever.
But in the end, she was cold and broke his heart;
And still,
He loved her.
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That last line broke my heart! "But in the end, she was cold and broke his heart; and still, he loved her." *hugs* I was also picturing a winter scene, with snow all around and the cold blowing around, with her warming your hands like a glove.
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