MC writes a poem for Nadia in her birthday
hello, it’s me again! I know it’s not mutch, but at least it’s something. It’s not my best work either, but I tried lol, also it’s like 1 am here. Anyways, one of my frieds told me to write about this, so I did!
Remember that my ask inbox is open! So if you want me to write something for you, i’ll do it!
It was a sunny and warm day, right after your special afternoon tea, the sun started to settle down as dawn was just around the corner. You saw the beautiful colors of the Palace Gardens start to fade, not before burning with beautiful, summer tones. Finally, it was calm, and you both had at least a few minutes to escape from royal duties and party preparations. Now, lying over a blanket in the most private part of the garden, carefully covered and caressed by blooming flowers and bushes, you knew it was time.
You weren’t the best poet, you couldn’t even write or read just some years ago. But look at you now, hunting for words as if they were the only way to show her how much she makes your chest warm, and how nice it is to wake up by her side every morning.
You pressed that small, perfumed sheet of paper in your now sweating palm as you looked away. What if she didn’t like it? Her library had walls filled from top to bottom with poetries, far better than yours. And even if you did better, there were still no words any poet could find to express how charming this woman was. Nothing could ever describe her, because she wore beauty as an everyday gown. For her, you’d steal the sun, so she’d be the only reason to wake up everyday, you’d steal the moon and stars, so she’d be the reason people find night so alluring.
But even if you weren’t good with words, you knew she had good reading eyes, because her beauty was dangerous, but her intelligence was lethal. You never thought you’d get this attached, did you? But look at you now, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for her. And as you were trapped in your thoughts, her sweet voice tore apart every single thing that was in your mind.
— “ What are you so concerned about, my love? ”
If voices could burn, you’d be melted in your spot, until you finally let her words sink in, and that’s when you noticed how frowned your expression was. You let out a small breath, letting your doubts wash away as you pulled the small letter from your pocket. You could see her ruby-like eyes carefully slip from your face, to your hands, as a slightly noticeable curious look swept over her features.
This is it, you can’t go back now. You realized your cheeks started to get warmer when the letter was now on her tender fingers.
There wasn’t much to explain, she can read you as a book, and her lips sweetly curled up in a smile as she opened it. You could feel your heart hammering against your ribs as her eyes, burning like the wildest fire, traveled along your poem. Every second she took, taking in every single word you used, every phrase you came up with, seemed like hours.
And then, she looked up, directly at your eyes, as if it were the first time she realized she was in love with you, it was like falling for you all over again. Her eyes softened, her smile widened, and, even if it seemed impossible, her love for you grew even more, in that exact second, in that exact garden. In that same moment, all the doubts and second thoughts you had of your poem, seemed to disappear into thin air, but you still had to check.
— “ I love it, my dear. It’s just as magnificent as you. “
Suddenly, you felt as if the same sun that was disappearing in the distance, settled inside of your chest, warming you all over, but it wasn’t the sun, oh no, it was her. She was so happy to have you, to be with you, to feel you in her arms and hold you until night time passes by. You made her life full, you were her sun, her moon, and the stars. She’s so happy you’re there, with her. She pressed the letter to her chest with one hand, and with the other, she pulled you as close as humanly possible.
And you two lie there, as a comforting and loving silence drifts you both into your own world, your own, little, private and loving world. It was just the two of you, enjoying being for one another. Enjoying being alive.
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