The moonlight reflected brightly off of her eyes, only sharpening the blue and grey that intertwined within them. Her black dress flowed and dragged ever-so-slightly on the ground behind her. The streetlights, though assigned a destination, couldn't help but tilt their light wherever she went. The breeze flowed through the entire street, but lingered for a moment too long on her blonde hair, causing it to flow much like the dress below.
On her right-hand side was me-- a simple man completely captivated by the masterpiece to my left. How could I ever thank God enough for placing her in my life? Me, such an evil man with evil thoughts and evil desires... How did the demons in my mind result in this angel to my left? Oh how I am completely in love. As if the breeze was making music in her ear only for her, she begins to twirl through the middle of the street. The leaves blow from the trees and dance circles by her feet. Even the trash lining the side of the street can't help but nod their heads along with the beat. She reaches her hand out to me and I grab on tight, how blessed am I? I spin her once, then twice, her heartbeat serving as my music, her serving as my muse. Not a second floats by where I am unamused with this girl. I hear God whisper down, "Take care of my daughter." And I whisper back, "Thank you for blessing my soul with her." We dance until the breeze fades away and the night fades away and the leaves fade away, but the love we share for one another will never fade.
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