It burned.

It scorched.

It singed.

Even when her heart, her soul, her body was enveloped in flame, it kept burning.

Because love is always smoldering.

Because love is eternal.


She knew from that moment.

That era.

That place.

She knew from the first time that her eyes met his.

Those piercing, sapphire eyes that clawed their way into her soul.

And found their nest.

And found their home.


His voice mesmorised her.

That voice that strode.

That voice that waltzed.

That voice which swept along at that perfect pace.

It never stumbled or tumbled.

It never faltered.

It was just soft.

It was just smooth.

It was just heaven.

It was just his.