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Author: I'll Be Your Fairytale
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Tragedy - Reviews: 3 - Published: 11-11-06 - Updated: 11-11-06 - Complete - id:2275055

If you are reading this, plz read the rest and review. I don't know why I wrote this or where it came from, but I like it.

Love,

I'll Be Your Fairytale

xxx


Theirs was a love made to last and more perfect than ever they, or anybody else, had ever known before.

It made two lost pieces of a jigsaw written into the intricate and mesmerising tapestry of time whole again.

It was a love of simple perfection and pure devotedness to one another that could not be broken.

He loved her with more than his heart, doing so with his soul, his tears and his dreams.

She loved him the same, doing so with her kisses, smiles and her loneliness.

Theirs was a love never to be touched, only led gently through Heaven itself by a gentle guiding hand.

The weave of time’s tapestry had made it perfect for them, and it truly was such a thing and it was beyond a doubt made to last when written into this sweet and never-ending thing of such beauty.

It was a love made of the hardest of diamonds. It sparkled and gleamed like one and strangely was like the saying: a diamond in the rough. It was a purity and beauty in a dark world of so much hate. Or maybe it was like a stone, strong and weathered, perfection in its simplicity.

Time had played a wonderful hand for such a pair to be given this gift.

The fates, as always, played one more drastic and powerful than times’, that was to strong to be overcome and could not be controlled.

For, as he she died in his arms, face shocked and scared, not ready for the next step, trying to get across the last of her love for him, fate showed that the precious gift of time that had been so generously given to them, was a true diamond, or stone, but one that, in the end, was as strong as the most fragile piece of glass, caught in a storm.



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